Beyond The Gone Crowd

     There is a blind that cares for me,

A blind that rolls in the morn and then again, evening,

     The colour, no consequence, no form or

Importance as, when rolled either up, or down,

Colour changes shape and shine, shadow

Within the room where cherubs once sang, and laughed.

     Every morn the roll lifts itself a hope

Of life outside be...

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Above The Fluttering Butterfly

     Today I saw you again,

We spent time in haste and silent tears,

Believing in only faults declared by others,

      Today the time was brief, as if the first

Stage of a future king, a future queen.

     I know the sorrow you live,

For there is my presence, right there

Upon your intuition, right there where

The glance is t...

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