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Austyn Pierson Dec 2012
Warm bark, smooth grass, dark skys.
Honeydew sleeping upon your leaves,
   rhythmic in its flow
Your beauty is grace, old, natural.

Swaying in the wind,
dance,
entrall in the moment of beauty and serenity.

Regenerate the sun and bloom with life.
Your Proud and strong.
Let us be one with the ground.

Feel your roots,
dirt,
warmth,
the security.

Stand tall and breath in the oils of the earth,
exhale the love of the wind.
girl Mar 2015
2 am and your thoughts entrall me
the cold gush of wind cuffs away
all my wishes and hopes
just to be with you again

impeding myself from reality
but our memories lingers in this cold empty room
the beautiful world that you showed me,
is my living nightmare
The fantasies you made me dream of,
are now annihilating me


Cold and lonely; I am


Beyond oblivion; I was
Logan Robertson Mar 2020
As this virus answers a roll call
It's presence now climbs over a wall
For good years his voice a dormat drawl
Now it wants to kiss a death and sprawl
Across the globe man's watches stall
As the virus strenghten it's gall
If when the ticking hand could maul
And stop it in it's track and all
If the scientist can stand tall
Next to the virus and see it fall
As it stands a dooming chapter ball
It's bounce taking it's toll on us all
I hope the virus a muted doll
And robust headlines soon entrall

Logan Robertson

3/09/20
Prayers.

Notes-(3/13/20)
2nd line- think epicenter of this outbreak
13th line-think how the virus latches onto cells, wanting to make babies. I wish it sterile, finding a muted doll.

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