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Rhyn Muller Poem
As the tree is in its prime
the golden leaves, bliss sublime
one day they fall and glide away
leaving the tree with deep dismay
the shivering tree it scolds within
the breath of winter now begins
it swiftfully and harshly engulfs the tree
some broken branches, and some break free
The cold it ends the light it sends
heat and joy fills all the ends
the broken tree it once again blooms
Stronger than ever, breaks free from the glooms
As the tree is in its prime
The grass green leaves, bliss sublime
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Rhyn Muller Poem
Drifting through the untouchable plains
Dead men's souls, so many pains
It stings to see the world alight
"Here take a gun, come join the fight"
I find it hard to comprehend
The distance we go to kill and fend
What we call justice is just a mask
For the truth lies untold, impossible task
Families scorned and left torn apart
In the rubble of war, the still beating heart
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Rhyn Muller Poem
I'd look at you, and see something more
Something greater than great, and something I'd adore
Beautiful eyes and an amazing smile
Makes me happy for more than only just a while
I wish it could be, but the wall it separates
What could have been great is now in ever stasis state
Just know that you are golden in every other way
And that far out there you made someone's day
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Rhyn Muller Poem
If I told you the truth how would you respond,
would you unsettle the still lying loveless pond?
Yet nothing compares to the heart broken pain
that would dawn upon me like wrath from life's bane
Cometh the lesser response that I fear
would thy have mercy and spare me a tear?
Or might thy leave me with deep distraught,
withering plants in my gardens of thought...
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Rhyn Muller Poem
Precipitation, a drop of gold
Water pours down, almost tenfold
Standing in silence at hallows keep
Scarce crowds gather where families sleep
The silent reckoning of murdered smiles
As brave men lay, spread for miles
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Rhyn Muller Poem
Fauna and flaura, they cover this land
Vivid and full are the colors at hand
Lush it is, the world that we know
The living earth's crystal glow
Something this small
Still striking us all
first there's a tick
Thereafter a click
A tree starts to fall
The mechanical scrawl
In haste structures grow
Over grounds, that we know
Dark and dull are the colors at hand
Big metal structures, they cover the land
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Rhyn Muller Poem
Do you know how much you mean,
To the distant boy with a gaming screen?
I don't thank you enough for how much you care
And I'm sorry about that, I am I swear
But promise me that you'll never leave
My heart and soul would ever grieve
You seem to rekindle the struggling light
That sometimes falls absent, my eternal fight
But the help that you give seems ethereal
Helping me out of this plight ordeal
So thank you my love for all that you've done
It does mean a lot, much more than a ton
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The world it seems to always smite
The darkness drifts, it droughts the light
Knuckles bruised with grave ridden thought
the Soul in vain, how long has it fought?
Time ticks on it stays the same
with all remorse the darkness came
ripping the soul of its laughter and light
absence of might and faltering sight
but once the sun comes up again
the light it seems to rise within
the darkness fades, it withers away
light that fills, the scars they sway
starting again, a whole new aim
with tears and pain, it ends the same...
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