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I always find the good in you
Even when I don't want to find you at all
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
Little wolf, let me tell you something. The world is an imperfect place. It is violent and cruel. You will not learn from me and my lessons, little wolf, you will learn from your own. And I could shelter you and smother you, and yet you will still learn the worst of the world.

You will love and you will be loved. You will run and you will collapse. You will hurt and others will follow you because of your bright light. That same light will attract others who want to put out your flame. But I tell you now, little wolf, they cannot. They cannot burry your soul and quit your howl. The moon will always be yours and you will always be the symbol of love and strength
In this life she is untrusting
She says she is a "new soul"
Unhappy with everything she tries
She doesn't understand the ways of people

My mother, she knows
That this is not yet her time
She is here now to get practice
For the day of her prime

I am here to watch over her
She recognizes my "old soul"
More acceptable to human nature, I am
Therefore I remain more peaceful

She will pass one day, but I do not fear
Because I know our paths will cross again
Whether it be 40 years from now or a thousand centuries
Our souls will forever remain friends.
For all of the times that I thought I fell in love
This surpasses them all
Lifting my body and soul into the clouds
There is no need to fall

There is no pressure to jump
Only a hand to walk by my side
For all of those times that I thought I was in love
I now just say I was simply blind

With the weight of my stresses forcing me down
He soothes my mind and brightens my days
Gifting me laughter and his strong embrace
He understands me in all of my different ways

For all of those people whom I've claimed to love
The love had faded each time so fast
I do now believe because I fell into it
That love never truly had a chance

This man, he has given me a seed
He gently wrapped it in my hand
He helps me water it daily
And we wait patiently for it to expand

Delicate and frail this tiny blossom shall be
But in time it will stand strong within the forest
A symbol of what he and I could be
If true love is in fact written in the stars for us.
Thoughts are skipping around, so many different ways to go with this, but this is the first thought that came to mind and sometimes a messy poem can portray the realist emotions.
And of what of love, he asked
As he slid his fingers through my hair..
There was a special strength in his grip
And a certain passion in his stare..
But my body trembled and my heart raced
At the thought of loving him..
For if I allow myself to crumble to pieces here and now,
I may never recover again.
I imagine a couple, laying on a blanket in a peaceful scenery, dated back to the Renaissance era.
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