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  Apr 2017 Grace
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                    Time,
                    space
           ­         and everything in between.

                    Heartaches,
                    tea­rs
                    and secrets that don't come clean.

                    Gambols,
                    laughter­
                    and smiles beaming keen.

                    Deep thoughts,
                    aloneness
                    and the dark places we've been.

                    Handholding,
                    carel­ess hugs
                    and ready shoulders to lean.

                    Reckless stabs,
                    impulsive jabs
                    and caustic words we don't mean.

                    Contentment,
                    count­ing blessings
                    and hope we can glean.

                    You,
                    me
        ­            and everything in between.


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Grace Apr 2017
The soft rustle of pages consume me,
all that I can hear,
small sharps whispers,
passed along from ear to ear.

Then silence,
eerie and quiet,
Shelves collecting dust and must,
causing not one riot.

no one can disturb me here,
now and forever more,
my quiet little sanctuary,
the place that I adore.
Grace Apr 2017
A red sea of bright leaves swirl around my feet
whipping my hair to and fro across my face,
I shiver in the cold but can hardy take note of it.
In the eye of the storm,
in the midst of a hurricane,
All is quiet

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