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ContrastOutside, the air gets warmer; the sun shines again. / Inside feels as cold and dark as a stormy winter's night. / Outside, trees are budding, flowers are blooming, birds are singing; there is life all around.

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Mar 4, 2010

Fade AwayI close my eyes, and I see you standing before me. / I reach out my hand to touch you. / Eyes and fingers trace every detail of your face, yet somehow, you remain a mystery.

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Mar 4, 2010

It's RainingThe rain is falling gently from the water-laden clouds hovering just above my head. The misty drops caress the red, yellow and brown leaves preparing for the last step of a year-long cycle. / The clouds, with their heavy burden of wetness are sinking lower and lower, and coming to rest on the tops of the mountains, obscuring them in a fluffy blanket of white and gray. A high-blowing breeze makes them creep along the treetops lethargically, as if they just want to sit and doze for a while but are unable to refrain from carrying on. / There is a chill in the autumn air. All around me, smoke drifts lazily from chimneys and mixes with the low clouds. The aroma of wood fires mingles with the freshness in the air.

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Nov 13, 2010

The Memory Of TreesSun and rain, wind and snow / In the memory of trees / Long green grass grows far below

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Mar 4, 2010

VoicesVoices; from the left and the right, pushing their way through my thoughts. / A plethora of tones, styles, and words; the resonance an incessant drone, / rising and falling in volume and intensity, punctuated by a laugh or exclamation.

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Mar 4, 2010

Writers BlockWithin me are the makings of a perfect storm; / tumultuous thoughts twist and tangle together with long-lost figments and fancies, / kicking up dust and stirring leaves long settled in my mind.

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Mar 5, 2010

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