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A Child of the Universe
Peeling back the stroller cover unveils stars
and space
I may never know.
A child of the universe
beginning to comprehend it.
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Under a Highway
No light penetrates, waving goodbye at the entrance.
Like a monarch, it emerges at the other end.
In the flap of a wing, new possibilities unfurl.
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Recollection
Our lives: a collection of moments we cannot forget.
Or the storms - would be - for nothing.
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The Dead of Night
One voice whispers.
Gathers, threading a symphony on the wind.
They blanket our world in a mist of magic.
The howling peaks.
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A Dream
The ocean pulls forward and back in a rhythmic motion, lying beneath a spectacular sunset. We marvel at the sight of the setting sun, leaving traces of pink and gold along the clouds, tracing its paint-brushed fingers along the sky.
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The Poem Not Meant to Be a Poem
Where do all the ideas go; where do they come from? I wonder, staring at a blank, bland document. A great tree of life, sparkling above, forever tucked away, just out of reach? And then the leaves rain down. There!
Loves
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First Snow of Winter
The salt rained down like stars, scattering their souls across the ebony pavement. It burned through microscopic flakes of glass that lay there, turning to liquid ash. Like a forest fire, life began to sprout within the constellation's cradle.
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Music
Melodies are like a cloudless sky,
sometimes gliding into your head
and other times disappearing into a thin wisp of air like an
Umbrella of fear,
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I Am Young
I am young,
But if I where a dog I would be in my late 70s
And I have lived for 4x longer than most hamsters
And 170 lifetimes of a fly.
Each day I live is all a mayfly lives in their entire life.
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