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Both - And - Held

1. Held The sky adheres to the horizon, glued by the pale orange of early spring, anchored by trees longing to bud but still afraid of frost’s catch. In this way, the world holds together, hitched to the past while leaning toward an incoherent future, the line balancing the rising sun our one certain thing 2.

Handicapped(The Girl in her Wheelchair)

So excited to meet his beloved at the bus station,
There were butterflies in his stomach, he was getting impatient.
A past accident had stolen the girl’s ability to walk,
The way she lived her life to the fullest, in a wheelchair, had taken everybody by shock.
He had fallen for this indomitable character,
So deep in love, he could never bear to leave her.
It wasn’t lust, nor was it greed, just pure, true love.
With a red rose in his pocket, and in his right hand, a diamond ring,
He couldn’t wait for the happiness that life had to bring.

Free association comprises ratiocination...

Bonafide catatonic doggedness,
nevertheless this stubborn stoic poet writ
afore and another feeble effort courtesy
exhaustive mental effort
he brewed den - brought about divine visit
analogously to solve mystery pinpointing
within suspense unveiling whodunnit.

Whereat your true
plane vanilla author's creativity
admittedly drastically did decline
bawling and crying
caterwauling putting any feline,
to shame, hence abandoned grandiose design,
cuz he suddenly contracted

(think fabricates)... what else

Dusty road

Tired footsteps drag
sliding barely lifted
stirring the dust
that clings to all

light does burn
stealing moisture
drying cracking
life fading away

drawing near to
town so ancient
ruined buildings
along the way

entered into
square abandoned
empty buildings
like skulls line

once white marble
like alabaster
stands of fountain
water stained

once did life give
to all the people
who once were here
now gone away

not barest trickle
here does linger
nor does hope
yet here remain

Dance Of Hereafter

The harbor bethel's bells toll in funereal reprise, the snow-dressed February crocuses, and a regal cardinal's bright red plume border the lacy-white wrought iron garden bench, It is here that I bid you in whispers my departed love - to encircle me in the sweetest rhythmic sway of a dance of hereafter. ~

Renascence

Its boughs spread like a giant umbrella, Its girth, like the span of many hands, Its foliage was lustrous green and exuberant, Its roots dispersed like the tentacles of an octopus. This tree stood tall and strong, It stood against the tides of seasons, It withstood fierce winds, It swirled and danced to their rhythms. It was the admiration of many people, They praised and talked about its resilience, Children played around it until sunset, Travellers took refuge under its shade, Others took parts of it for herbs and spices. Nobody knew what it went through on the inside, Little cuts met
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