Long Break of the day Poems

More than a hindered of them  in colorful suits gathers in a room
Contemplating the replacement of an icon that has left us too soon the body did not get enough time to cool and...

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I sat at the shore at the
Break of the day. When the,
Sun steals from the vast curtain of nature,
Peeping through human infrastructures.
When I saw,a lamb beyond the transculent
sea,
Measuring the path of the pompous forest,
Chewing cud...

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Goodbye to the echoes of yesterday's past,
To the moments that slipped through my fingers so fast.
To the laughter, the sorrow, the silence, the song,
Each memory is a thread where my soul has belonged.

Goodbye to the...

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Pennilessness shadows black
unemployment endless track
rails tie-er less lee when dumbly staring
overdrawn account issues 
   another clattering smack.

Income pleat undergraduate degree
contributed to the role of a sporadic employee
time to acquire handy dandy blues clues...

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A fresh aroma of the winter roses bore upon
The break of the day light, the first ray hold upon
By the droplets beaded over the floral leaf
Mulled over by the sight so mimetic
The life glazed over...

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To me, yea, Iris is invisible, 
The scent of yours all pervading, 
Behold your face all-rich, 
When I close my eyes.
Wordsworth's daffodils to me, 
Membrane of the eyes, 
That gives light to me, 
Light that...

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My mind was just a hazy mess, and truth was far from me,
   common logic grappled fear and reason ran like pee.
So alone,So far from home was not my hearts desire,
  ...

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I have nothing to say,
I have nothing to say.
Here are my dreams,
take them away.
Here is my love,
shut it down.
As I breathe in,
as I breathe out.

Nothing from nothing,
its all the same.
No wind for my sails,
no reason...

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To me, yea, Iris is invisible, 
the scent of yours all pervading, 
Behold your face all-rich, 
When I close my eyes.
Wordsworth's daffodils to me, 
Membrane of the eyes, 
that gives light to me, 
Light that...

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To me, yea, Iris is like bleu
The scent of yours all imbued
Behold your face all-rich, 
When I close my eyes bewitched

Wordsworth's daffodils to me, 
Membrane of the eyes of glee, 
That gives light to me...

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#HarmonyRetreat
Sleeping below the clear sky,
On the soft green grass matress;
A childhood dream not too far
Relieves me of all my stress....

Climbing high mountains
before the break of the day
Amidst the stillness and silence around,
Is an inner excitement...

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What a pity flowers can utter no sound
A singing rose, a whispering violet around
What a rare miracle would it be if unbound!
And the rarest when my Iris comes around
Not alone but rounded by irises with...

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To me, yea, Iris is invisible, 
the scent of yours all pervading.
Behold your face all-rich, 
When I close my eyes.

Wordsworth's daffodils to me, 
Membrane of the eyes, 
that gives light to me, 
Light that misleads...

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While crossing barrens last December night
I saw a ghost in the scrubby growth of trees 
He was standing a strawman and I was in  fright
In the gibbous moon's diffident light.

The world was an obscuring...

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My spirit hurts
At the arrive of the night 
When you are away.
My spirit cries
When you are away,
Why don't you lay with me?

My heart aches 
At the break of the day
When you are away
My heart breaks
Why...

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