rain fall

rain fall,

cold and wet,

among the blue,

chilly the spring,

yet happy and true.

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hills

shadows on the hills,

in the far background,

water in the foreground,

behind the trees.

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trails of white

trails of white,

amidst the colors,

forest green,

and brown,

happy the hunter,

and the hunted,

when shelter abounds.

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flowers

flowers burst forth with the sunlight,

beautiful for a day,

lost in the night,

until another year,

another day.

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trees

trees by the river,

beautiful and green,

hidden in the hills,

rarely ever seen.

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winds of change

winds of change,

blow this way,

and that,

strong and powerful,

only on the page.

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unsure

unsure of what I see,

a woman,

a snake,

or all three.

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the earth

the earth seen,

in a bag of marbles,

unsure of what it means.

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turtle

head of a turtle,

on a turkey,

holiday feast,

turned into a nightmare.

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dancing girl

dancing girl,
so graceful,
and light,
hoping to impress.



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bird and mask

bird and mask,

all there is,

bird and mask,

and some purple and blue.

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painted bridge

painted bridge,

dressed in white,

like the snow upon the ground.

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movements

movements in red and green,

capture the eye,

prisoner on the page.

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all in stripes

all in stripes,

the creatures seem,

content upon the page.

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dogs and ghosts

dogs and ghosts upon the page,

scraps wasted,

no bones in sight.

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golden blonde

her hair a golden blonde,

known throughout her town,

a princess in all but name.

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stairs in the park

stairs in the park,

all alone,

rarely climbed,

hidden among the trees.

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man in white

man in white,

disco king,

among the trees,

and the angels.

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shed in the park

shed in the park,

almost underground,

a wonderful fort,

where boys can play.

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five

five forgotten,

five revived,

five, 

five,

five.

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river in winter

river in winter,

rive cold,

cattle to move,

so shovel some snow.

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tiny bridge

tiny bridge,

over a stream,

hoping someone will come and sit,

and watch the water flow.

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yellow and blue

yellow and blue,

tangled and confused,

with no one,

offering to free the colors,

and straighten out the mess.

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faces

faces painted,

of elves and crocs,

and lizards of green,

happy together on the page,

utopia achieved.

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blue green

blue green,
the colors seen,
flowers and leaves,
or just colors,
difficult to tell,


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sand storm

a sand storm,

created by the wind,

on these western plains,

beautiful,

but unreal.

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green with envy

green the color seen,

and an elephant's head,

or at least it's one,

and it's trunk,

hidden in plain sight.

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winter sky

winter sky,

lake covered with snow,

dreams of summer,

the only thing keeping me warm.

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colors faded

 colors faded on the page,

as if the brain lost its glow,

autumn comes,

and then winter,

cold and dark.

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rock

rock formation,

reaching to the sun,

sandstone and limestone,

washed by eons of water,

bask in the sunshine.

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the old barn

the old barn,

red and worn,

cold in the winter snow,

memories of another time.

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