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We're done here i cannot carry you around with me anymore...

At least not like this...

Not in the form of guilt for tearing us apart so long ago...

For making you cry...

I need to let this go...

Even if it has been the only way we can be together...

Probably why i held onto this for so long...

But this needs to end...

Today...

This is the second time i've said this to you...

Dejavu...
I saw a white dove
Upon a white fence
I pondered upon this
And what it might have meant

While down below
Alone in the white snow
A white rabbit was born
Looking somewhat forlorn

I knew I saw them
I could have sworn
And more flakes fell
On the ground to adorn

It painted quite the picture
I must say I’m enthralled
But thinking about it now
Perhaps I saw nothing at all
We freed our spirits
Twirled ourselves
Through flowers upon music
Guitars in the grass
Stems in your hair
The musk of peyote and jasmine
Lingers in the fibers if our clothes
The sun shining brighter
Low hushed peace
Out sounds of existence
Barefoot we ran
My skirt hugging my legs with each leap
We collapsed to the earth
The wind sending wisps of your hair gliding over my face

And we lost our shoes.
 May 2012 Rachel Brainard
Diana
Beat,beat,beat goes the drum
The heart quietly lerking in the shadows
Time paces and the day will come
Siting waiting listening to the echos
Beat, beat,beat goes the drum
How does it feel the drummer boy says
Soundly and coldly you feel  destroyed
Listening as the drum plays
Left feeling empty and broken hearted
Beat, beat, beat goes the drum

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