Category: poetry
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the dream of a garden memorial
I dreamt that I walked in soft green grass,the whisper of wind in the trees.The flowers all nodded their sweet helloas they welcomed the buzzing of bees. I dreamt of a tree whose leaves unfurledand gathered my sorrow withinAnd took it from me and gave me insteadpeace and innocent comfort…
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night carries on
tis three a.m. and me again, yet wandering to your doorthe kettle’s on to sing the song that lets me sleep once more.my mind all wired and tangled up in dreams that cannot bemy pen and cup the tincture sure for whate’er be aillin me. moonlight the witness, the lonely…
