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Dana Skorvankova Jul 2016
We live to cease
To cease existing
As the way from
The birth back
To the past

We die to crumble
To Crumble - to fall apart
So that we're not
That easily given
For the last time

We walk to scent
To scent the cold wind
Down in the pines
For we cannot maintain
Our urge to pass
Adolph Hamilton Aug 2015
The pines sway gently in the afternoon sea breeze ,
Their limbs stretch upward toward the bright blue sky,
They feel safe under my watchful eye
From the many hours in fire twrs
Tex Dermott Jun 2015
In the pines
A purple flower
Blooms among
The needles
Bringing color to the drab
A symbol of life
Another shadorma.
Mari-Elle Nov 2014
There's a place beyond the pines
Not sure you've heard of it
It's got every sort and kind
Of misfit

Pretty sure if I'm a sinner
Then that's a sort of saving
Pretty sure if you're a winner
Then your win is what I'm craving
"...Let the pines grow out of my skin.
     Winds howl in my mouth..."
     --James A. Ciletti.

Let the cylinders be there to connect the lonely,
grating bones, above the level of the rational
falls of water and the pictures, so inspired that
They like to appear on stage to whistle as vapors
rising through the spout.  The moon is smiling
down upon the frost of the equation.  Perhaps,
no animal has been hopping through pristine
squares of frozen falling, remembering
the singular match, the leaf leaving.

{ [ d _ ind del d j e ( m ) ] / ( d e ) } =
min y ( N , Z ) d t - C .

Coldness was like the presence and solutions
to incredible problems, growing worse, while
others, watching, stood, silently observant,
hoping to help, but the springs in the agreements
were the assistance for the splashing colors,
anticipated and arriving as a series of blades
removing lovely, warm weather.

— The End —