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 Mar 2015
Rose Claire
When will you come to me in
                    Glorious Light?
Breathe just breathe. Breathe slowly.
Breath--- My breath behind the shadows of crisp dew light.
I look for you. You don't come.
I can never say Good Bye
to our morning light.
I love you. But, you love the flight.
I have fought.
You can't see me behind your shadow casting crimson closing night.
Will you join me for the fight of your life?
I stretch my hand out to you.
You look inside,there is nothing there for you
          -------only you to subside.
 Nov 2014
Rose Claire
Sweet whisper of worn out timber.
Cover me in moss and consider me dead.
If I move a muscle bash in my head.
For hear is where the demon lie.
I want to be a mound where fresh flowers grow abound.
Don't you see the green grass?
On rainy days it smells like gray ash.
This is where I will be found!

— The End —