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When I am gone, I leave to you
the sunlight that sparkles on the lake
the fresh green grass and the scent of lilacs.
You may have all birdsong and a billion stars
and a soft warm breeze to touch you in my stead.
I leave you the seasons and their unending procession
deep roots and swallows swooping in summer blue sky.
White fluffy clouds and sunsets, you may have those too.
Fresh green leaves, ancient woodlands and gnarled bark,
the first crocus as it peeps through springs dark damp earth
and every russet coloured leaf that swirls in autumn is yours.
Ocean waves and soft sand, shells and driftwood, as much as you can carry.
Every friendly dog you pass in the street, the wag of their tails is just for you.
And when snow falls as it invariably will, its deep silence belong to you, just you.
The sound of every bell, the ****** of every windchime, all yours.
Dappled sunlight dancing through deep shade is yours.
Clifftop walks and soaring gulls, they too are yours.
Filtered light and darkest night, all yours.
Rustling leaves, humming bees, yours.
Galloping horses and sleeping cats,
pale pink roses, and all my love,
are yours... all yours.
Keep Still

come out from hiding
chase back the bare bellow tale
strength in the inner force sent
send me from the royal writing on the wall
the branch will be led as was sent
trade back the need to come away
Explosion Of The Mind
go Timber Lady...

It is raining again.
Summer will be over
before it ever gets here
Thunder rolls far away,
drops hit the windshield,
the sky turns grey

The Sunflower,
the blue Delphinium,
the white Stinkwood
drink the moisture greedily.

The green and silver leaves
of the Aspen’s sparkle
as the rain hits them,
and the wind turns them
round and round
The creek flows on,
oblivious to the change in the weather.

A break in the clouds
allows a bit of sun to hit the side
of a towering mountain
Three cows slowly wend their way homeward.
It is dusk.
The grey clouds lift and the sun bursts through,

before sliding behind the hills for the night
It is God’s World.
He gives it to us to enjoy and to share with each other
**** Head
The **** led off a perk
lead through the comfort of the home all alone
my inside phrase is clear
want to shed a single tear
led through a sparkle in your hair
shade of grass...

there he moveth sprinkled magic dust in mirror
in the street below the Chinese verb;
clear spear in the notion of bad breath
love...love me do,

**** head, followed in the dinner close to french a way of mission
Chinese man now old peed on the wall
move to stand up ten feet tall
sharp to whisper sorrow down the middle

**** head..***** the canopy in what its worth
**** head...law a hold of a ****** smile
**** head....cruise by the miracle mile
**** head.....compare the window
Explosion Of The Mind
go Timber Lady...

It is raining again.
Summer will be over
before it ever gets here
Thunder rolls far away,
drops hit the windshield,
the sky turns grey

The Sunflower,
the blue Delphinium,
the white Stinkwood
drink the moisture greedily.

The green and silver leaves
of the Aspen’s sparkle
as the rain hits them,
and the wind turns them
round and round
The creek flows on,
oblivious to the change in the weather.

A break in the clouds
allows a bit of sun to hit the side
of a towering mountain
Three cows slowly wend their way homeward.
It is dusk.
The grey clouds lift and the sun bursts through,

before sliding behind the hills for the night
It is God’s World.
He gives it to us to enjoy and to share with each other
God Poems  Mario William Vitale
Suddenly, a chance of make belief
seek a thorn inside the bowl
chase back the pillow from the edge
cascading fence laid up at the mix
pillow in the dust in God we trust
skin for skin where to even begin

loud music..interlude bare escape,
love is a way of escape oh,
just a little wink
Mother & child..
cross stitch of one to added mode
barricade amidst the evil frame

A way of escape
seek a thorn inside the bowl
chase back the pillow from the edge
cascading fence laid up at the mix
pillow in the dust in God we trust
skin for skin where to even begin
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