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Wooded
Trail
The morning had a
cold chill
I set my pace accordingly
moving quickly up the mountain
At places the
sun spit through the trees
a snake surprises me then moves along
the birds have much to say today
The summit brings a
view so grand
I stare for what seems like hours
gaining perspective
A small piece of something much larger
I find a small piece of what I search for
which was, of course, myself
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Hypnotic
Rains
The rain falls on
the
window
I listen with my heart
It tries to tell me something
yet from the sound I part
As though within a
prison
or cast upon a spell
I try to listen closer
for what it tries to tell
So steady &
hypnotic
in ways so reassuring
A call awaits responses
a depth that is
alluring
Alas, I cannot find it
as yet I am unsure
What in the end will
happen
or if I'll find the cure
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Beholden
Where would the
beauty
of the blue sky be
without the eyes of the beholder
Where would the
passion
of the two lovers flow
without the hearts to feel it
Where would the
scent
of the ocean's salty breeze go
without somebody to breathe it
Where would the
sweet sound
of my music travel
without someone to hear it
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