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Outside my door a cawing crow
of blackened wings and indigo
delivered by night's shivering storm.
The wind and winter's howling call,
scattered nests and down the feather falls.
Crack of limbs, cold and bare branched
mesquite leaves and needles spiral to the ground.
In a swooping field he flies into the tallest pines
deep and slow, the trees creak
wild in cello tones.
 Feb 2017 Тадеус
Aeerdna
I know.
I know how our souls react
I am here and you are there
and like magnets we sometimes attract each other
and sometimes repel
it's just about the way we sit,
you see,
when we close our eyes
it's easier to feel.

And my heart is stained
and my hands are tattooed with sins
and I know,
there's too much blue in my eyes
and too much white in my soul,
too much winter
too much snow
for the fire that you are.

I know
and you know too
there is a ground we'll both step on,
Together,
when there won't be so much snow
when you will have forgiven my hands
and the blue in my eyes
will seem warm enough
for your heart.
Sometimes God heals us
from the affliction,
but more often
He heals us
through it
~~~
Goodbye HP and so very much love to you always!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y43Z0WJLDS4
 Jan 2017 Тадеус
Aeerdna
Alice
 Jan 2017 Тадеус
Aeerdna
I love the way the Earth sings your name
It's like the skies are slowly falling
On piano tiles
That even the deaf can hear.
So pure, so slowly killing and reviving souls
At the same time.

I love the way you play with the wind
Like a child who learns how to play guitar
Sometimes foolishly breaking the strings
Sometimes creating music
That cuts deeply into my soul.

I love the way snow settles on your eyelashes
And how your eyes turn into a Wonderland
Where I don't shrink nor I grow
I just turn into someone
Who perfectly fits
In your world.
 Jan 2017 Тадеус
Tatiana
I've walked many trails
through forests full of colors.
Leaves crunching, hues changing,
and with it, my emotions were ranging.

I've felt many breezes
that stirred branches and leaves.
My hair lifting, my feet trailing,
yet the wind kept on wailing.

I've seen many animals
living their lives in these woods.
So unassuming, never knowing,
my ache inside kept growing.

But I've never traveled trails like these,
so dark and can bring me to my knees.
But you traveled a trail like this,
it's dark yet there's a light you can't miss.

I still have a long trail to walk,
to even stray from time to time.
But your trail has faded away
and you'll never be here today.
My Oma passed away on January 14, 2017 may she rest in peace.
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