Muscles torn, no longer beat
Pulse of life is incomplete
Lay your head on an empty chest,
no warmth is found
and the heart, laid to rest

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Smoke like a spirit rises from the flame
Flesh warmed in the glow listening
Ghosts call out the next one's name
and suddenly your heartbeat is quickening
Too late to extinguish the candle
there's nowhere to run or hide
The Halloween book found on the mantle
was a book of spells and you must now abide

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My broomstick ready
The night begins
Children start screaming

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I hold you close in memories,
find your voice inside my heart
See your face in visions sleeping,
and in mirrors when I wake up
My hands take on your movements
cooking familiar recipes
Words slip out in phrased expressions
my ears remember well
Your presence lingers on my calendar
as in the pictures on my wall
I miss you and I wonder
if heaven's being good to you mom.

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In the glow of the moon
the world is captured
Its innocent beauty beheld
In dreamlike wonder
mountains are climbed
without falling rocks
gardens are grown
without thorns or weeds
In delicate illumination
peaceful valleys slumber
no wars are seen
no destruction found

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Graceful elegance
Balanced control
Delicate yet strong
Dreamlike state
Poised and ready
Musical animation

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more selective with passing years.
The idea of holding onto painful memories is
let go of to focus on being happy and not wasting precious time.

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Joy
let innocence pave the road
and wonder light the way

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"Sit down and I'll explain for 29 minutes."

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a wine that has turned to vinegar,
like a champagne that has gone flat.
The loss of flavor and sparkle
leaves a heart and head ache.

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