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The dark woods circle the clearing.
The marsh birds, safe in their stalks,
Curtains to the yellow,
Cautiously wading.
Wick and wings — wand
Over, under leaves.
Merlin shoots — morning,
Smokes the light
Air.  

The woodland birds,
High and low,
Flick and feed,
Soon will turn,
To fallen
Seeds.
I write so I can savor
Those words in my tongue
Everything tastes like honey
Eyes gazed on east wall
Brooding as the night fading
A stale cubbyhole
Trying to put my thoughts into paper, organize my ideas, but it is all so confusing.
Somehow , I know there must be some point , or that I repeat to myself so I believe it.
Life’s fast , short , ephemeral , magical , it´s up to us to make it what we want it to be.

We waste our time thinking of the future ,there is no such a thing. End up doing stuff we don´t really want, to live there is just now.
To share moments with the people you care about ,the ones you love; memories it all turn to that . But one must keep them , as a lesson , as regard of others , looking forward to be alive.
Feel... I wanted to feel something . Anything.
I want  to run fast and far away.
feelings , i want those emotions.

Love I wanna know what it's like .
Life , I need to take you all in.
Feel, I wanna feel everything.
Carbonation
In the perforations
Of my pupils
Pops
Like one million little
Tiny bubbles
Swirling to the top
And I am lit

Just like a lantern on the lawn
I sway with wind 'til
Night is gone
Tumble with you
Toward the dawn
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