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I've dreamt of becoming the moon,Just for once to have the role of the,Introvert.Listening to the organisms,Of Earth.Observing.Without words to be spoken.
I can hear a rose cry It's Time to go I was able to get through I'm sure I'm happy now I was in a fog The Sun hid behind a tree The east consumes the Sky Yet darkness disappears
Silhouetted trees Line dusked beach skies, As subtle breeze Blows, All is calm, Earth sighs.
It’s 2 am in the morning
A tree standing as a soldier on the front lines dives into a burning ocean of glorious flickers and flames: A tree that does not make a sound, because nothing is there to hear it splash.
Early light filters through my bedroom window, Snaking along cream colored walls and curling long, soft fingers around Blonde hair, heavy with the tangles of sleep. Inhale.
Red light from our sinking star fills the setting sky, must it be that every night the lovely sun must die?
Look how the clouds swirl in the sky. A beautiful mess of orange, red, and pink. They melt with the sun, Leaving a bittersweet tint behind.
I sit in a field and wait, to capture the beauty: yellow, orange,
Brilliant purples, pinks, and blues Blend in such amazing hues, My breath is taken out from me And as I stop to gaze, I see A stallion toss his wispy mane Then race away, ne'er seen again.
Welcome to my world... My world will kill your fear. This world of mine is full of love, Yet emptiness is near.