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She has a special siren song
Pastel paisley passion's dawn

She's aloof, but takes on airs
Wearing seashells in her hair

Abalone, mother of pearl
She has her arms 'round half the world

She chuckles softly with the birds
She speaks to stars without a word

She bids them run! She bids them hide!
She tucks the mountains to her side

When whispering she turns to wink
The morning sky will blush to pink!

YES! The thrashers laugh out loud!
She's tangled in the pewter clouds!

She whistles low her magic tune
The dew-soaked desert's her perfume

Though it's the sun she courts and woos
She entices all... the morning muse!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/7/2016
This is the day that the Lord has made
Let us rejoice and be glad in it!

Good morning everyone!

~~~<☆>~~~
a hollow
swinging gourd
the swallow
snatches sustenance
mid-flight

an orchard
cherries rotting
on a mossy lawn
fodder for the
grounded dove

two shells
unhinged
sand erodes truth
the pearl
is an iridescent lie

a fissure
lost river deep
timeless echo
ricochet
repeat
I'm out of my depth
Out of breath
In over my head
Filled with dread
Lost at sea
Down on my knees
Tossed in the fire
Lost in desire
Churned in the coals
Playing the roles
Left in the sun
In front of the gun
Out in the snow
As the northern wind blows
Blinded by the light
In my forever darkened night
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