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The wind whispered to the trees
Who sent messages in fallen leaves

The bluebell rang out the alarm
And the rabbits burrowed out of harm

The birds carried the message on a wing
Then the forest fell asleep until the spring
Thank you for bringing back to life a 2019 poem.
A pebble in a sea of glass

shattered mind raindrops

fragile as broken cobwebs

sun strong and shadow deep

infinite and fleeting

planet sized in the palm of your hand

belief is everything

and nothing at all
No it is not an AI Poem
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It was God's cruel gift
he gave unto me

the ability ,

to look into someone
through their heart

(and see)


The eyes are a portal
through which light flees

(be it)

white or dark

it's all revealed
to me


The words they say
or in silence be

(unto my eye)

there is all to see


Sometimes the overload . . .

the thousands touched
looking for gold

not finding much
Here I am
Writing poetry again
Instead of talking to you
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