RUNNING RIVER

I flow from the heart of your country
No matter who you are
 I am everlasting, pure
You discard me and I return
I fill you to the brink
I receive nothing for my struggle
No gratitude for my beauty
No respect for my crystallic veins
Take what you will
It shall return to me
I am living, in motion, forever
I am yours and your descendents'
I quench the fire heart
I shall run into the abyss of my ancestors
I return, living, in motion
Forever

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GENTLE WIND

Wind is a masterful artisit,
With a slight breeze
It can play the trees
And whistle a lullabye of itsown.Running its fingers
Through the tendrils of your hair,
Or slapping your face...
It is a lover,
Giving kisses
With a soft, summer breeze.

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FIRST SNOW

Everlasting green painted white,
Pure, umelted wonderland.
Flakes fall,
Softly brushing my cheek
Cold pelting breeze
Whips at my body.

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SPRING FORTH

White blossoms rain
From blooming Dogwoods
Daffodils bow their sunkissed heads
In the wanning night
Life sprang forth
While I was absent
But I see it now
In slumber
As I wander home
In the blistering wind

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