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It's off – the way the willow lines the ways Sliding along the riverbank Like friends following a snake.

The wind tearing over the river Over the field Over my shoes Making all the little rocks tremble in the parking lot.

Even being here is special.

It's not every day you go to a cemetery. It's not every day the sun can feel this cold.

Yet you sit here and look out on the willows that even now take in the wind and breathe out soft echoing murmurs so quiet but you can hear them.

The laughter of better days Carried on the wind.

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Two windows opened One across from the other.

In one house laughter In one house screams.

They muddy the air In the in between.

No neighbor dared To ever intervene.

Who can fix the inside When all actors are unseen.

Are as mad as peacocks Preening different things.

One a taste of wonder the other simply demeans.

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art without enough colors. writing without the right words.

ive never been outside and seen a lack of nature but somehow when im creating

things feel left out like this piece of paper could use more

more of me

ive got nothing left to give

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What was it That first moved the paintbrush to paper That whisper that bleed through time That feeling that took over.

Smearing all the paint across canvas.

We made this life From all those happy accidents.

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my word tripped and fell then all to soon was broken now it's contracted ain't that annoying

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The eruption was sudden Light cast skyward. That melted into mist, That flowed into the air around us.

We sat playing

While the Earth surged around us. Earthquakes in harmony to the sound. That blew from flutes That came from our drums That escaped from trembling metal wire

We took, the magic that was locked away. In each of us, Those lost notes that were hidden. Shimmered back free.

Some told us it was prophecy.

But for us it was just another day That for us, playing music together. Was like a snake shedding skin Another newer version hiding just within

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Coloring a picture, I want to read a book.

Reading, My mind wanders about what to cook.

I put on the burner, Then remember a song I used to sing.

I remember the water and put it on. Find a hum that was forgotten.

The sun is setting, I think I should have tended the garden.

The water starts to boil.

I should have collected vegetables.

In the moment, a river Of every action I could take.

Breathing out is hard When ever second breeds mistake.

The doubts, the immature and discontentment is like the wearing away of stone. wind from an internal spring that waxes, into itself until itself crumbles

Escape is a cliffhanger.

The unknown is it's own ecstasy. Feeling your first few steps past the front door. The way, of being carefree.

Live. Dance. Learn anything.

It's all that life's promise has given to me.

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ash settling after a bonfire blaze, wind lazily passing over, catching dancing with the remains peace from chaos music into the silence glutton waves lap hungrily at tossed sand. brings finality to a gathering of friends.

that's how parties end

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