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About Me
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- Water gathering most days I wait through blue and sun till dusk or even later and the rose has faded to lavender, to gray some days, the sleet has started and the leaves underfoot are slick with ice somehow I'm never sorry and never learn one night I waited till the stars were out dropped the bucket into sound, only felt the weight of it filling and the night full of stars and the river full of stars and the bucket full of stars come morning, the coffee is also full of stars
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Rows and flows of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I've looked at clouds that way.
But now they only block the sun
The rain and snow on everyone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way.
I've looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down and still somehow
It's cloud illusions I recall
I really don't know clouds at all.
...What a lovely collection of clouds - - - they paint such a beautiful image of love, floating gently in the breeze pulling the distance between us closer.
more than could be dreamed, imagined
simply what is real, true
and soon. . . . oh, soon
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