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Alice Morris May 2015
Twin buzz pass my ears
Flying on the wings of love
Nature at is best
Today for the first time ever I see two bumble bees, one flying on the back of the other I presume they were mating flying through the sky
Alice Morris May 2015
Golden rays shine down
On the white peaked mountain top
Water trickles through
Alice Morris Apr 2015
Silicone plastic
I know not what I've become
Hiding from the past
Alice Morris Apr 2015
Mesmerised by an ocean dream,

Eternal life, alone and free.

Rolling waves, sea pure and clear,

Maybe I've found shelter from the storm.

A cave that glistens, a loving aura.

I no longer need my alibi,

Driven to the dream I've always dreamed,

Swimming with the mermaids of the open seas.
Alice Morris Apr 2015
Walking up to the old gravel path,

The wind's whistling, sounds like laughs.

Howls of the wolves,  under the moon,

The owl hoots, like a warning something is going to happen soon.

I grab the gate trying to be silent

but the squeaking sounds so violent

The owl takes off with a fright,

wait!! is that eyes I see in the forest of moonlight.

I'm mesmerised by these golden eyes,

begging me to go and spy.

Before I know it, I'm in too deep, trying to see,

What is this magic, that has a hold of me?

The eyes have been replaced by a hypnotic sound,

taking me further along the forest ground.

I come to a halt at a beautiful steam,

Those golden eyes are in the water causing a light, to be seen.

I lower my head for a closer look,

sudden a hand grabs me, and into the water I'm took.

The eyes no longer golden but black and dull,

this creature was ******* away my soul.

Then just like that, I was back at the squeaking gate,

but now I'm just an empty shell, without my soul mate.
  Apr 2015 Alice Morris
OVC

The morning rise is beautiful in the maturing spring
As the sun rises, the sky is painted with the color blue
The birds flock from the horizon, from which long, thin clouds stretch,
Softening the sun rays
Slowly, cars begin to cross the streets,
Their owners ready to begin their day,
Drinking cups of coffee that fill the air with morning essence
To bring the early day alight.

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