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Water Wind Rain
When the world
Took the wind
In it's grasp
And thought
It had sidelined
Storms
From becalmed waters
Came
The cyclone
To hit the shore.
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Weight
Thick in matter's
Soul detroying weight
The darkness
Sucks in the light
Coloring
My depression
Black.
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Whimsical Delusion In A Transcendental Dream
As I write
the poems
I would seed drop
the clouds
with them
so they would
fall to earth
as rainbow hued
sun showers.
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Willie Wagtails
Willie Wagtails
visit in spring
when the Photinias bloom
and the dead heads fall
the beautiful little
black and whites
scour the debris
for seeds.
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