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Christian Bixler Feb 2017
pen scratching
on, eyes strain--
yet another blank page
Poem of past, and future-present.
Christian Bixler Feb 2017
small flowers
clustered, at mound's base
ant's garden
Christian Bixler Feb 2017
as sweet water
falling, in the first month
when glad my soul
Christian Bixler Feb 2017
compassion
such beauty...my heart
aches, in musics' sway
Christian Bixler Feb 2017
Green sea
still, the waves--so tired
my aching feet.
To reach that place of stillness, peace,  I journey far; knowing all the while, that I journey back the way I came.
Christian Bixler Feb 2017
Cobwebs--
so they shimmer, as nets
of pearls strewn.
A little generic, perhaps. Still, it is beautiful, at least to me.
Christian Bixler Feb 2017
How abundant!
roadside jewels, bright
in mornings dew.
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