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 Feb 2016 The Winter Jester
m i a
today's kids went from
'I want to be a famous doctor, saving lives!'
to
'I want to be a famous viner, geting all those likes!'
im kind of worried for our generation.
Were they thinking
That you can get some good news about this one
is
A blossom
a blossom
intrinsically linked to
tree roots trunks - petals -
with or without you?

Were you
You
Remembered
Passing your past
Where the - within'you

becomes more difficult than the one you can see

Wraped gently around
Aroused

Whenever you're ready for I
Am not sure about glances

Why or how or when
Could've found and lost impossibility
To bond deeper than thou
Fa~Do
Cream
Sounds

Beautifully lurking around
Any corner of this honey dew
Dripping on every
Sweet corner of this
Earth ~ molasess and maple
Pancakes ~ perfectly
Aligning
With another
Sunrise
Seemen home toasted
Creamy Cheese

Wee
Bee's
Busy
Pollen

How To Bow Properly?
To awareness~ To automatically repaired
Spell checker's wicked authority
Abundant celebration
As passing days
Crowning
Drowning
Feasting

Days
Crafting
Themself
Into
The last invisible
Youthful
Appearance of the darkling
Fireflies Beaming
Devotion
I
To stars up above ~
Many times un~authorised
Molders of our dreams;

Sky high and heavens
White blue sync with
Ebony and Ivory
Imagined by
Imeccable Space
Poetess
In the awkward moment between birth and death,
we are born again each morning,
dispensation of a moments breath
stalled amongst our calling.


We woke within a broken dream,
roused to break the falling,
the glisten of the sunlights beam,
broke through, exposed the fallen.


I spoke to you within my sleep,
you stirred around the cauldron,
in ways the day was ours to seize,
but couldn’t wake the mourning.
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