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 Dec 2018 Me Díaz
Colm
When I realized
That I was left to stand
There heart in hand
Tearing myself apart just to give me to you
And it wasn’t that you didn’t want me
It’s that you never truly knew
Torn Heart In Hand
 Dec 2018 Me Díaz
AJ
My train of thought fell off the tracks.
I burned that bridge before I even got to it.
How the **** is it only Tuesday?
 Dec 2018 Me Díaz
Star BG
Inside infinite canvas above,
Father Sky, master artist readies self to paint.
Sometimes it’s bright with colors to make one whisper “Wow”
Other times it’s dark hiding mystery and rain
to give one chance to ponder.

Feathered fiery clouds move gracefully.
Birds use wings to touch sailcloth.
Wind assists spreading beauty.
Rays of sun sparkle like stars.

Infinite landscape canvas unfolds,
evolving, changing, expanding
to touch eyes so all to see.
SEE the moving magnificent masterpiece.
It is a gift.
The sky is a picture that forever changes inside beauty.
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