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 Feb 2017 Austin Morrison
Sam
Is this the beginning?
To be quite honest,
I cannot tell.

This is what it felt like,
twice before,
but not the third.

I guess I'll have to wait,
and see how I react
to new things

Who knows,
maybe this means
*The fortune tellers were correct.
 Feb 2017 Austin Morrison
Sam
felt terrified of what was,
scared of what could be,
and petrified in the moment?
 Feb 2017 Austin Morrison
Sam
Entering a place of time and space
The whirling stops, powering erase.
Happiness of life, joy and array,
Forever pushed to enlighten the day.
Sitting, writing, pouring out emotion,
something we all give our utter devotion.
So now we stare at the metaphorical elm,
as we welcome the silence into our realm.
Hello, my friend, I'm happy you're here
for now you can see, the life that disappears.
See the experiences of bliss and wrath
As you enjoy the way on your poetry path.
^-^
 Feb 2017 Austin Morrison
Hannah
My heart is your heart.
Your heart is my heart.
From adoration,
to a lifelong friendship.
From devotion,
to a tender emotion.
This love
was made for you and me.
As I walked,
this lonely highway.
I saw your face
in the sky above.
I looked beside me,
and saw you standing.
You were smiling,
and all around me,
your voice was calling.
This love
was made for you and me.
I woke up with "This Land is Your Land" stuck in my head. This is what came out when I put words to the tune.
 Feb 2017 Austin Morrison
Hannah
The rain is falling,
and the skies are gray.
That's not how it was
when we woke up.
This morning,
the sun was shining,
and you were smiling.
Then the rain came,
and washed that smile
right off your face.
Now,
the clouds are here,
and where we stand,
remains unclear.
Now,
the sun is hiding,
and the rain is falling.
Your smile is gone,
and my eyes are crying,
and I can't tell
the difference
between my tears,
and the rain falling.
Maybe,
that's because they
are one in the same.
There can not be love without understanding.
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