it seems so quite
in the hour of the bright
there are birds chirping now
there is the sun to see
the moon still
hanging in the crowd
the stars
Tag: poetry
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it’s so cluttered here
I can’t move
give me some to breathe
my lungs need a fill
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Flute , I am
The sound I mean
Sooth your skin
Dancing limbs
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The gist of the moment
The care of the hour
The expression known
Of the one quite
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My easy-to-reach
Of the times
Helping to keep
My finds
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The need of the dark hours
The light in the bright
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Mat
Helps it
me
Sitting cross legged
Keeps always the dust
Off my pants
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A collection
From the past
A memoir of a sort
Residing the days
It recalls
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The tumbler is so special to me
Helps it me to drink
My choice of things
I have it here
Yellow and one blue
And these kinds
Filling the scope
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A pre weapon of a sort
Helps me
Not take the lashes
Of the enemy
At hand
leaf poetry 