Maybe one day
I'll grow into the woman
I was born to be

With a true gypsy soul
And a spirit alive and free

I'll puddle jump and laugh
and when people look at me

They'll see the joy of life
that has always been the me

that I was meant to be

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The butterfly with her majestic wings
and soaked in myriads of color ~
Who would have known her when she was dusty and alone hidden in her cocoon ~
She spreads her wings and flies off
into the great beyond ~ Rising to the sun

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She watched
the colors
of the waves
fade to the blue
to blue to blues.

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She was beautiful in a surreal way
dark roses on the cusp of falling
their scent subtle, expect to him,

Whenever he passed by
the air perfumed with reverie
-a reminder that she was a place
not easily forgotten
...even if he tries

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Can you teach me
to dream,
I mean
to really dream
To let go
of my pain,
my hurts,
my past
and to fly
into the sunset
or to ride
upon new waves ~ all in
Immersed
in passion
once again
Can you
teach me to swim
Can you help me
not to drown

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I once gave you
What is most important to me;
My poetry.

I have always wondered
If you ever found the last poem
I wrote for you,
& that I hid in your luggage
The day you left.

& if you did;
Did you smiled?
Did you cry?

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Awake in the corners of her mind some gentleness she hoped to find in a world turned bleak and cold

Her solitude warmed by the light of the shadowy moon and the twinkles of the stars all she ever wanted was to belong...

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Moon in my window
I can see that you’re watching me
Soon by my willow
I can hear your voice in the sea

Thousand miles we go
It is not that old little me
Million memories grow
In bend and forgotten trees.

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Painful is
unlocking words
that were never meant
to be uttered

The stars weep
And the moon cries out
Tell me it isn't so

As the drum ceases
And the cymbal
Echoes their love song
Only a memory

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The dancing pencil in your room pens the loveliest poetry and the bottle on the shelf lurks and lunges and finds it's way into your hand and she sits in a corner chair staring out the window wondering at the way things could have been as stars weep in the darkest of despair.

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