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Tell me. I missed the nights of cherry picking slumber the softest whispers only Heaven murmurs Breaking my heart because there was a fracture throughout my nerve ways leading to the future. Summer in the blouse and lips supplanting those soft moments as if they ever could have been. as complete and... Sign in to see full entry.

Only RED.. In my green wake should I whisper my regret Or tell it with your red lips still a-glow how could I have known that I would forget I wanted you so. My mind is clear just like a distant bell that rings I listen and would wish to know The meaning now those gentle things have gone or slowly... Sign in to see full entry.

The Vase As like a broken vase of flowers An untrue feeling often spills like living water. Passing hours hold the thought that often chills. Perhaps because we met in spring There was no reason to compare That which could be offering love instead of what was there. A untrue feeling does not hold... Sign in to see full entry.

Well then. If I knew why, smiles from you suddenly appear As If ’I’ve missed a little twist of fantasy my dear If love was ice you would melt twice as fast as this in spring. Although absurd just a few words could make for more melting. If you were cool, thoughts would pool, not make a consternation... Sign in to see full entry.

Just So. Unravel this secret before I lose the thread It must be simple your smile suggests it must. Did you learn your art. I wondered when you said If I think you are the one that I can trust. Did that mean I can become a trusted friend. And walk in moonlight on a summer’s eve. This is like a... Sign in to see full entry.

Just wondering I wonder where people go when they leave Do they have a few tricks up their sleeve. Are they disappointed not to be simply discovered as we all are? Is this a phase from which they have recovered? Once when I was small I stood in a house and heard the world as it sounds when spinning,... Sign in to see full entry.

Miss Wolfy looks for work. I wanted a gal who would be a pal and could wrestle in the mud. I lost my arm on the old Croc farm and a couple of pints of blood. So I posted a note by Billy the goat that we use as kind of decoy. Along she came the sort of dame that would as soon as melt in your eye. She... Sign in to see full entry.

Loved you Once I loved you I know not for what reason I made you from impressions and the subtle flow of sweet spring air it must have been the season and little things that I will never know. Maybe I thought of warmth a simple touch Or even lilies floating on your chest Pools of gentle warmth would... Sign in to see full entry.

Autumn Autumn coming; we shall soon be slumming through miserable dead leaves; who sees this as a pleasant diversion from verdant plant growth, plays games with browns and greys. If green Wellingtons please and water runs down gutters stirring thoughts and music occurs. you must be immune to damp... Sign in to see full entry.

Aunty Ethel I hate the crisp white frost that turns bright flowers brown and shrivels leaves I hate the smoky fire that burns and every one who still believes. It really is time to express a cheerful smile when we meet although it is a time of stress and the pavements on the street are wet and... Sign in to see full entry.