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| | | | | Spirit of the woodland, me Though I don't reside in any tree Rather would I be Like a butterfly or bee That flits from flower to flower Throughout every woodland bower And as I fly I never do tarry But with me always carry To cut away the dead and withering, a pruning knife And... | |
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| | | | | (written March 2024) Photo by NEOSiAM 2024+ on Pexels.com My body craves release fromwinter's harshsting, for though it is spring,the cold air still chillsmy bones.Bathe me in sunlight so I canfeel its warm embraceon my skin.And, as golden rays caress me,I shall drown in an ocean of bliss. Copyright © 2024 Ephemeral EncountersAll Rights Reserved | |
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| | | | | *** Books, books, books I have to take a look Especially books like these Leather bound, to appease The smell of leather, olden pages Full of some of the fond phrases A trip to another world As precious pages are unfurled A treasure trove of adventure The reader sent as the pen endures A person... | |
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