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It’s Saturday yet outside in quiet reverie – gentle and still You hear nothing on each space for laughter to fill The air is silent even the trees are unruffled The birds are not singing – hushed and muffled Squirrels are not coming out from their slumber Have they enough acorn to last a yonder,
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Strolling a familiar roadway – but I don’t know where it goes or where it ends The crusty leaves floating and encasing the path is unknown Within me I see reluctance – I feel fear but curiosity is calling My mind debating – should I take a step forward or turn my back and walk
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via Waiting for 2020 to unfold
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The chill in the air beacons the sunlight to come out from hiding The fog continues to sleep with unwillingness to rise up The sky is gray as it shows little sign of light The neighbourhood is quieter and subtle… a feel of laziness around There’s a few movement in the streets… as the day
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Christmas is drawing near… as midnight strikes the choir assemble to sing the joyous hymn of praise The bells all set to vibrate the whole place with their ringing Drummers in huddle to start the beat of our hearts with glee and cheers Pippers pipping as they march and dance along with every rhythm and
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6:00 am I woke up to a soft chilly breeze… The sun is up but it’s hiding from the array of dark clouds. The warmth of my coffee cup and the aroma of the ground beans gave me a reason to fill my day. Walking through the secret pathway, fallen leaves crushed at my every
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The rain didn’t stop last night… just kept falling endlessly turning puddles into ponds It seemed like the clouds had carried too much load… that it needed to cry The louder the thunder… I could feel the pain of hearing it let go The lightning struck to show its frustrations… the despair of being ignored
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It’s past midnite… the dawn is awake and I’m here still up in bed thinking I could hear my heart beating…my pulses throb like drums My thoughts racing about anything… about something My mind mapping out tomorrow… scribbles that I don’t even know There’s a sense of dread and a handful of doubts… questions unanswered
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In the quietness of the evening, a memory of you filled me I can see you looking at me, asking to whether I’m okay I can see your stare, pushing me to just keep going I can see in your eyes, telling me that I can do it And I can see in your smile,
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