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On the edge of a cliff
Fear and death rampaging, but
Fall on my sumptuous laps
And let neither fear nor death
Live to grow its deadly horns.
Like bark on a tree
this face showed understanding and compassion
after years of weathered, wood-pecked patience

-cec
rolling waves that break and linger
wind swept, goose-bump surface, skimmed
waters trembling under sweeping fingers
on age worn hand of lake's turbulent skin

drifting leaves and pollen painted eddies
washing up against soil's soft shore
spent and doomed without commission
while others to complete root's core

to distant waving limbs of tree tops
crows twist and lunge to claw a branch
there racing clouds that brush the sky line
as steel gray waters define their path

maple flowers rain off twigs from snapping
on muddy grass where  puddles trespass
we take our strolling in Fleur-de-lis ease
as April towers on cumulus breeze

-cec
edit 6/29/2020
 Sep 2020 Tanisha Jackland
Angel
“....you’ll still be around in the earth, the wind & the stars.”
A blip from my journal
"you were a parade of red flags but I screamed colour blind from the rooftops.
you see,
scarlet is the colour of both love and betrayal."
Do you ever feel,
that you’re going through life,
like a story in a book?
You keep turning the pages,
appearing to be empty,
they’re filled to the brim.
With not just words,
but wishes,
you just aren’t able,
to read them.
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