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My stories

Her eyes

Not for crying, her eyes wide open in anger for maximum effect hazel in its depth and green melting into gold. I wonder, why, at this time I cannot see her beauty

You closed the door (A Villanelle)

I closed the door and all the lights went dead I opened it again and saw the sun (I think by then you ran within my head) The wind collected all my dreams in red

If I sang

If I sang I think I would sing of unpolluted rivers and of long forgotten natives, all their peacefulness and good interaction with the earth. I would sing of long lost truths

Martha

The house in Jericho, where all the white roses embraced around the window panes, while from the inside wafts of baking stirred and laughter rose and fell into the night.

Spirit

You search a world that is nowhere but deep within, constantly flowing.. With time disappears the exterior. Where once had been places and houses, now have risen clear visions of thought

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