Little Brown Puddle
Shows my reflection so, never a lie
Alas hides me crying from within.
Rippling gently and stirring uneasily
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Butterflies flutter through the meadows
Like water kissing the desolate earth.
Birds harmoniously sing songs of a tale unfamiliar,
Of birth itself, and divine ignorance.
Childhood surrounds a pool of reflection,
Watching, learning, knowing.
Rose’s Tears
From her eyes,
A raging inferno covers my eyes
That blanket of fire rendering me blind
Through your words you pierce my heart
Leaving it to bleed alone in the dark
The merciless caress of your laugh
Shuns me away, alone and afar
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