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Sybil Vinson Poem
The man moved along a snowy river, he rides a spotted horse, his presences is felt before it is seen.
He checks the vistas and when he's sure he continues down the Rocky shore.
Nothing but open meadows along the way, his breath come like a cloud on this cold winters day.
He has a vision and it's just a few miles away.
He nudges his horse to pick up the pace so he can get to that amazing place.
Over a tall steep ridge he sees the country side ever so grand, there stand a woman holding out her hand.
Now there's a hurry deep in his soul,there she stands with tears in her face, waiting for him to reach down and lift her so he can kiss her fear stained face.
He looks at her and wipes her tears away and with one look she know he's home to stay.
Copyright © Sybil Vinson | Year Posted 2019
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Sybil Vinson Poem
Come to me like a third in the night, take all I have and I'll give you so much more.while you're at my door, just listen and you will hear, come on in, on baby I'm very sure.
You are my desire, you are the match that light my flame. So fan those flames and they will get higher and I'll take care of your every desire.
Just know my passion can't get much higher, it's on a simmer waiting for you to fan that flame. Let's get started so you will know just how much you are my desire.
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Sybil Vinson Poem
I went to that very dark place which holds no love of grace.
It's in the darkness of my brain, I call it suicide lane.
It a place few want to go, it's dark and scary, there is a voice that call to you, it say come right this way. When the call come you can't get away, because suicide lane only runs one way!
If you let those whispers into your brain, soon or later you'll walk what is know as the.crazy lane.
Things come in flashes, seconds race by, before you know it, it's to late to fly.
There's a house at the end of the lane, it know as the house of pain.
Don't go inside, it's black and dark and it knows your name.
This place holds all the pain, look away so you don't become stone.
Run and don't look back, feel it's hot breath on your back.
The smell from its breath is the smell of death.
Don't turn to face your fears, that's exactly the thing that brought you here.
Loneliness has no give and sorrow can't be your guide.
Run but don't hide, because if you do your brain will take you to the end of the lane, the name on the sign reads suicide.
Run before it's to late.
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Sybil Vinson Poem
On the wings of the Eagle let me carry you up above the clouds to my nice away.
With every drop of rain that falls, it spurs New growth on this beautiful day.
The buds start as small knots, but soon they will open and say why not?
They dust the land with pollen, in hopes that life will come again.
We can only hope that things go this way because without it there will be no more summer days.
The land is yours do what you must, protect it but don't fuss.
This is the life you've carved for yourself, so take it in and now everything will begin. The wind from the mountains and the sun in The sky gives you wisdom to know you can't fly.
Make the best of this because you are the keeper of this land and everything depend on you!
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Sybil Vinson Poem
I see visions of heartbreak everyday. It never gets easy and it never goes away.
I look inside my soul for answers to things out of my control.
I look for the why and the why not, but it doesn't mafter, heartache is here to stay.
There's a pain the comes and it will say, this will never end because today's my day.
I search for things that take the pain away, but you're collateral damage and easily swept away.
These always a beginning but there will be no end and it always takes you back to that damn pain.
It reaches out and call you by name, it has every intention of ruining your day.
It rips out your heart and washes it down the drain.
The pain. seeps inside of you and play a sick song, days,weeks and months to by and you still don't understand why!
Why me I cry, why am I standing here alone, my heart is big and filled with love, so why am I so alone.
Walk away my brain tells me because if you don't you may be dead.
Run and don't look back because this time you will turn to stone and the you are, still alone, can't you see!
Copyright © Sybil Vinson | Year Posted 2019
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