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If I were a flower…
…I’d love the sway of wind in my petals.I’d love the cooling drops of rain.I’d bask in the warmth of the sun.The sun would make my color pop.The rain would make my roots grow strong.When the time for winter comes,I’d let my petals fall, but knowI’ll bloom again next year even brighter. Thank you for…
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Autumn Leaves
Great splendors for eyes I see. Crimson, orange, and goldencrowns high above my head. The wind blows and leaves come swirling, swerving to the earth. The crowns are shed until the next season comes. From the azure skythe chilled wind blows.The breath of the creator,swirls with the wind. photo by Johannes Plenio
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Lake Life
Luminescent particles tumble starboard.Glittering sands crawl to port.Minuscule pieces swirl at my legs and feet.Chip diamonds respond to the wind, swirling hither and tither.Foaming waves slap and swoosh upon the shore. Lakeweed hovers above the sand, caught in the moving water, and flushed back to the water.Gulls preen their feathers as the wind blows them…
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Ocean Away
In my heart there a is fire burning I cannot stop it from its raging My beloved’s face I see, so deeply yearning for his touch. Once, twice, thrice, he held me as friend, and I did guard my heart from it; distancing the touch from my heart and soul. Now, I would give so…
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Life Too Short
Forgive me little one.I wasn’t able to help you grow.Your life stopped before you could breath on your own.You didn’t see the sun or sky, or feel the breeze and warmth of the sun. But-You are safe in the hands of your creator.You will never know pain or fear. Innocence will be your true spirit.…
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Rushing Water
I will not dry-out,for water flows from my soul, like a flowing waterfall. Rushing, roaring, rolling over the cliff. The steeper the precipice, the greater strength to carve its way though the rock. The bedrock forever changed by the power of the water.
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Summer Solstice in Brno
Orange golden swirls above the trees.Clouds highlighted in golden yellow. Blue wisps clouding over.
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Holy Family
Mother, please come hold me in your arms. I need to be plucked from the thorns like a flower separated from the weeds, like a lily among the brush. Turn my sorrow into joy adorned by a crown of leaves, adorned by the green beauty of creation. Brother, You are the Sharon among thorns, the…
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Warmth
Cozy in my house, the first snow begins to fall.Listening to ambient music and writing,my cup of Sencha soothes my mind with calm energy.The taciturn flakes create no beat like the sound of tapping rain. Listening to silent white precipitation outside,allowing me to hear the music,uninterrupted.My thoughts can create words on a page, uninterrupted.
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