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Snowflakes Of Winter

Snowflakes Of Winter

Snowflakes are beautiful as everyone knows;
metaphors of good from the world of thought;
they cover with beauty, the landscape below;
as an example of what beauty brought.

Snow formed a canopy over the ugliness, below;
frozen tears, falling, to cover the ground;
earth’s evil and

Making My Mark

Making My Mark

It seems as though it gave me a reason;
a purpose in all my life to embark;
so I set out to make success a season;
determined in life to make my mark.

I decided once and for all, let nothing impede;
absolutely nothing was to get

Meeting Of The Minds

Meeting Of The Minds

I looked intently into blue eyes;
clearly windows to the mind;
the body shell; an invented disguise;
concealing a soul, God designed.

For I was meeting a consciousness;
an internal energy being;
beyond the eyes was mindfulness;
more than hearing and seeing.

Blue eyes flashed; a

Memories Of The Soul

Memories Of The Soul

My life seems filled with a hopeless regret;
from a reality I’d like to deny;
my good decisions; erased with each sunset;
while my bad ones must never die.

Some decisions, I’ve relived many lifetimes;
and still, they refuse to work out;
I wish

Love Passes On

Love Passes On

Where have you suddenly gone;
you, who I’ve held so dear?
Passing through new dawn,
images remain, so clear.

As the sun is going down;
silencing the peaceful night;
not allowing memory to drown;
you still are my soul’s delight.

The memories of all we

Love's Images

Love’s Images

Driving home, my mind took a detour;
thoughts became some other place;
the road, ahead, had become obscure;
my attention, captured by a face.

I couldn’t actually see such a face;
it was merely a thought on my mind;
it was more of a shadow or

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Lunch Date

Lunch Date

My schedule is now my very own;
nothing significant to forget,
while I’m living all alone,
anything comes up; and, “I’m on it.”

Today, I had a date for lunch;
my cellphone at my side;
I was too late for brunch;
for it went out with

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