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There was a rose I saw once bloomed,
Cuddled in stone yard garden, set free,
To fire in midsummer fields maid loom,
On the village path that ends by the sea.

The wind dances with you in the sun

O rose of happiness and of sorrows,
My heart is in bloom as you are true,
I love a boy so grand and unknowing
And I have no words, or song, or tune.

My heart sings with you in the sun

Little wee flower, who danced me away,
My dear companion, for a soul set free,
Nestled within walls of stone on parade,
Till one morn gone on a walk to the sea.

*Winds and my heart break in the sun
 Jul 2014 Katzenberg
Kinley Cook
the moon is
so beautiful with
its glorious imperfections
its loneliness

i am jealous
of this moon
of its knowledge
of its iridescent glow
of its independence

because in reality
who
is
more
beautiful
than
the
moon
?
 Jul 2014 Katzenberg
Fon
Moon
 Jul 2014 Katzenberg
Fon
Have you seen the moon
I wish you can see it too
Probably look at it the same time
As I do
Then somehow
We could be together
Even we're miles away
 Jul 2014 Katzenberg
Presence
Moon
 Jul 2014 Katzenberg
Presence
And if you're ever
       feeling lonely
      Just look at the
             moon
          someone,
         somewhere
is looking right at it too
 Jul 2014 Katzenberg
Liz Anne
She's seen the mountains become clouds~
~Without ever touching the skyline
In my mind bullets passing by~
~Never took time to consider my time of day
Miles mold desert winds into rain~
~Wildflowers dance in ashen waves
She can't see the stars or the chill in the air~
~But Luna's more of a stranger and
Bolder now than she's ever been~
~She hasn't a feather's courage she won't give
She seen to much, more than well enough~
~The moon is waning, the one you knew
You don't know the Luna rising without you~
i nevr thought dat i could have a ******
the lips r as soft as velvet
like a kitty
pur bitchezs purr
Cats no less liquid than their shadows
Offer no angles to the wind.
They slip, diminished, neat through loopholes
Less than themselves; will not be pinned

To rules or routes for journeys; counter
Attack with non-resistance; twist
Enticing through the curving fingers
And leave an angered empty fist.

They wait obsequious as darkness
Quick to retire, quick to return;
Admit no aim or ethics; flatter
With reservations; will not learn

To answer to their names; are seldom
Truly owned till shot or skinned.
Cats no less liquid than their shadows
Offer no angles to the wind.
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