Friday, April 6, 2018

from p.4 on Mon., April 2nd

Sprinkles of rain
and
rays of sunshine
mix in a ball
of confusion
and pure
beauty.


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The harsh wind
howls as the soft
sun shimmers, thirst
met with relief.

Most want an endless
summer, but do not
realize the necessity of winter
to have anything at
all.


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Burning wood
spilling ashes into
the air.

Surrounded by my second family.

No makeup, messy hair.

Nothing but love
and the stars.


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Humidity wraps you
like a blanket with the
air being breathable.

The heartbeat of the city
is powered by those
who live in it.


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The rain dances as
I drift in and out
of sleep,
my dog
warms me like a little
furnace.

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