Eye Of Fire
Your eyes are fire.
Their image burnt into my soul,
Scarred by beauty.
My best friend Wendy wrote a poem about our mutual friend, Lyndon, who died on September 25th 3 years ago. So sadly 1 year later, Wendy, my dearest and best friend, committed suicide. I have...
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Picking up pebbles
Or seashells strewn on soft sand
Pure relaxation.
So beautiful! So Enchanting! LOVE the Imagery!
Warm fall afternoons,
crisp cool eves with harvest moons,
crickets singing tunes,
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When it's all over
what will begin in its place?
Will it be better?
Beginnings are for sure in one's life as there's an end to a past life, however, the courage to see how the next chapter goes on matters too, even if it's for the better.
Yellow flame flickers
Shadows dance upon the wall
Love grows ever strong.
Fresh spring morning time.
That's the sound of solitude,
the presence of peace.
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Full strawberry moon,
ushers in hot days of June,
high tides fill the dune,
Winter fights to stay.
Sweet Spring always wins her way.
Flowers bloomed today!