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Crocus
| I wonder shall I fly? -brief seconds over the waters and then plunge a swirling white angel into the silent depths |
| Or shall I lie awake? -hours under the grieving skies in crimson snow until the earth takes me back one snowflake at a time. |
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A single white crocus in the spring. |
No One
I am no one.
You passed me
a faceless face in the crowd.
If you saw me
you wouldn't know me.
I am no one.
I am no one.
I am everyone
you've ever met but couldn't recall
my name.
I'm the space at the end of the hall
a shadow on your wall
I am no one.
When death comes for me
no one will know.
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While I slept
within the boundaries of a dream
you flew to me on whispering wings
almost silent
and if I could fly
the skies within the borders of my mind
I would have flown to you
I would have joined with you
in mid air
and fallen together
such is the dalliance of eagles
or of owls
- Sylvia Owl
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"Here take back the stuff
that I am, nature, knead it back into the dough of being, make of me a
bush, a cloud, whatever you will, even a man, only no longer make me
me." |
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