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 Jul 2016 Shades31
ThePoet
I wander these crowded streets
Foreign, reserved, and alone
A past memory never repeats
Distant, concealed, and unknown

My eyes recollect the places
But the places appear much older
My heart will connect to the faces
But the faces appear far colder  

The strangers will pass me by
Ordinary, humble, or proud
Their voices will laugh and sigh
Composed, quiet, or loud

I walked once through this door
But the door remains never open
I felt belonging here once before
But the before remains now broken

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 Jul 2016 Shades31
ThePoet
I walked once
through this door

But the door
remains never open

I felt belonging
here once before

But the before
remains now broken

©
 Jul 2016 Shades31
ThePoet
The words will come
when you're sound asleep
And you've lost it all
and have nothing to keep

When your mind is shallow
and your pain is deep
And your eyes resemble
the clouds that weep

The words will come...

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Sipping the air slowly
to savor the flavor;
rich with fertility
Leaves bursting into fiery hues
reminiscent of fireworks
trembling in the wind

A death knell
over green sceneries;
splotches of sunlight
seeping seamlessly between
newly naked branches,
easing fully unto checkered golden pools–
nature at its most beautiful,
before its most barren
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