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sky bulging heavy with snow bright white
to give up its treasure soon
I have seen the bliss
before the morning's dawn .
I have taken kiss from a woman
as she slept like a new born fawn .
I have seen the sun and moon set
together in a western sky .
I have seen all the reasons now
as we let our loving die .

I have seen the fog at times when
there was nothing one could see .
I have seen eternity from the mountains
all the way down to the sea .
I have seen love's kind embrace and
felt it's breath upon my skin .
But I don't even dare to dream
there will be another like you again .

Oh , I have seen paradise through
The yellow of the glass .
Tasted it upon my tongue
And it was so very nice .
I have smelled the rose's fumes
And it permanates the air
For evermore I assumed
But now face cold realities stare

I have seen the petals fall
one by one by one
I have seen the fingers slip away
until there were none .
I have this empty feeling
at the bottom of my pit
God it is so unwilling
I think I'm feeling sick

Our love has evaporated
After summer's rain  
Leaving steaming memories
Heat and searing pain
But I have not seen
Nor think I ever will
See a love again like this
Forever that's so real
The notebooks are at hand
The pens are too
Inspiration has come from many places and times
It is still a great friend and always an adventure
It listens and doesn't judge
Never interrupts
So I have decided to stay though other types of writing have called me
Poetry is still with me
I am still and always will be a poet
Still with me

C@rainbowchaser2024
one man spits venom
(been around for eons)
whispers the first lie
about the forbidden-
fruit and repeated,
repeated, repeated
until lies seem truth.
freedom is 'the dance'
to sounds of silence.
freedom is 'the song'
you dance to.
A Butterfly silently sings-
as she dances
on her winged freedom.
On the horizon, Butterflies-
stretch mirrored wings-
A gale blows hard- Here-
bending the Sycamores-
whipping the Willows.
I am not ashamed
to still be alive

I asked myself the question
and I chose to be

I held on
I was strong
and I survived

every new year
every sunrise
every single time I open my eyes

is another victory
the longer your Earthly path
all the more are prayers offered for the dead.
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