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Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice
No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
The mind of a girl That swirling vertex of bright Is unreachable So we put up these steel walls When we could have built a bridge!
A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there
Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me
Tonight I awoke to an orange hori… one that I had never greeted befor… It took me back, to the days of ce… and disregard for the ticking of c… Part two:
Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array
Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them
Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow
Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished
Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart
Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin
