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What planet of my life
Is there anytime?
In the front door on my own
Blue butterfly upon the air
As my world is our last word
To see many people will forget
Whereismymemory.

Mission of compassion
To save the day before I
Who is on the ground
When is love and wisdom
Of all walls against
Whereismyhelp.

Colours of Shadows
In which I am alive
For whatever reason I rise
Away with it or not
But why would the key disappear
I did it for whereismyworld.

                   By K-mari ©2016
Watercolor grass , growing dark
Roof of the earth , growing dark , growing dark
Rain wrapped in perfume whisper
Quiet room , ambient shadows , growing dark
Ever darker* ....
Copyright September 18 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
The brown leaves
that shiver on the
bare branches greet
the last rays of gold
as the sun goes down.
A melody rises over
that velvet, shade of
fading green.
Bells of the indifferent
wind chime, for I am led
to a miracle of ancient
mother.
How beautiful...
A rose that grows waywardly
from within autumn's woods.
Spirits delighted to see the
rose that will not die, her red
petals shame my lips while
drooped sisters weep bitterly.
And in my garden, exquisite
fragrance,
Old memories,so sweet,
despite the thorns.
Illusions of the happiness of
the asleep and the dead...
Yesterday evening as i was walking through the forest, i saw a gorgeous red rose in front of an old abandoned house that still has not drooped...
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