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.Hidden from all the world. The damp wetness of the rocks, as the water gently washes over them. The sun can barley be seen in this spot, It only is able to cast rays and shadows over the quiet stream, causing light to peak through. Leaves slowly sway in the gentle breeze, one may fall and dance and twirl into the wetness of the stream. This world is unseen, it is nestled quietly in silence. Hidden in tranquility and calmness.
Dance leaves upon the gentle breeze, you are hidden now, from human eye,so quiet and so still. Unbothered, untouched by human hand and error. You know no wrong. Rest and sleep in your world that is full of love and harmony. Such peace that it can be smelled in the air. Gentle flower petal cradle yourself, as you fall and float down the stream. Your colors are still breath taking. Rest and sleep be still. A sparrow will soon visit, he offers you no harm nor trouble.
She is thirsty from her flight. The leaves and surrounding grain will sway peacefully in the air, they offer you music, along your travel. The music of nature. Sleep and rest unharmed, untouched. Untouched by human error or human hand. Only touched by the perfect one. The creator
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In my mind, life is not as it may seem.
In my World life always kind, no harsh words are ever said.
Pain does not exist in my world.
The world far in the depth of my mind, my being.
It is nice there, calm, fair.
Far inside my mind and in the depth of my soul. Maybe,
my own own reality. What-ifs do not exist.
Only peace and warmth, inside my mind, deep, deep inside.
The weather is never stormy ...always a clearing can be seen and felt.
Clouds never stay long, and when it rains the sun still shines.
And lovely bows are present in the sky.
In my perfect reality in my safe word.
If you look out water can be seen for miles away.
And when it rushes the shore its melody causes peace and love.
The flowers never die, they grow darker with color at each passing day
In my own world there is freedom from woes and heartache.
There is no need to rush, we have forever.
In my world Rain falls from the heavens washing and renewing with each drop.
Just a washing away.
Pain is not seen nor felt there.
Sadness does not invade, and win.
Not in my world, my reality deep within my being.
Tears only show happiness, In my world.
So, deep inside, It can not be viewed. My reality my world
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Sarah Bowman Poem
Wizard
I watch as the rays of the Silvery moon drape their silhouette over , The edge of the soft bed. The air blows in from the chilly northern wind outside my window pane. The Earth is quiet and still, The muffled sound of a near by pond frog, can be heard. And offers peace unto the sleepy eyed Earth. The quietness slipping further and further into complete silence. The trees seem to pause in between their, dancing swaying leaves. They are frightened from the darkness that is creeping in. The Earth will not deny it. Winter will soon dwell in the its surrounding. Small snowflakes dance in the distance above the high Mountains. White will foil the entire hillside, and sparkle like glitter when the moon, brings light. The soft winter mix, will soon pillow the entire Earth. The snow flakes dance and twirl, and land on the arms of the shivery trees, they will cradle the white wetness. The earth is now fast asleep, and The whiteness will soon cover the entire Sleepy eyed Earth.
draped/ slipping/ pause/ edge/ muffled/ foil/ wake/ deny/ dwell/ pillow
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High above a small Road called Sugar Hollow, a towering rock loomed in the distance it had brought the small town sorrow. The rock had fallen from another Mountain above it. A tale that had grown for all to love it. It had rolled down the bank and made its permanent residence above the small Hollow. Rumor, had it that it had fallen over 200 years ago, during a Horrific mudslide, common in Kentucky. The thick mud was mixed with clay, giving it a dirty Orange Look all would say. Sugar Hollow was the narrowest hollow that one may see. It looked as if it was carved in the middle of two enormous Mountains Perfectly. It was nestled sweet in between the Mountains. Not many people could even walk around it. Rumors circulated the small community. A tale that had grown for you and me. It was said that some type of mutated Creature. Decided to live and become a screechier, For all of those that walked the trail. He was said live inside the Indian rock, deep inside the dark cave. Some had swore they would be made his slave. It was said to have been part human, and part Wolf man beginning the wild story. Only one had survived, Or was it all lies. They had stood face to face with the grizzly type creature. And it was said that he spoke, “that he would eat ya.” Rumors said to have stood over 12 feet tall, and hair that was so long all would fall, he stood with enormous teeth that would clamp down on its prey and put all to sleep. The Legend had been passed down from the small hillbilly Community. Some had named him, and said he was some type of hermit type man. Who grew his beard, so long that he resembles some type of wild man. Possibly mixed with some type of wolf man. Many had traveled the path towards the Wolf like creature. They had claimed they would prove the Legend fact. Some would tremble at the thought of the creatures large teeth. Would they ever be able to put the Wolf man Legend to an end.
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I will lie back in the coolness of the grass.
Different colors of green will appear in shadows.
The smell will be that of a gentle rain storm, with the hint of the redness of a flower. Different shades of lovely with make their way down the small hill, they will spray colors over the entire earth.
The sky will show the glorious color of white, dazzling the eye.
The sun will show the color yellow, as the rays cast orange streams of light.
The gentle breeze will cradle the Earth, and bring the feeling of life. The sweetness of life and love.
The mellow Earth calm and cool. I will lie deep in the Grass, and be still, and listen to the song of earth. The call of a new beginning.
The sweet song of life.
It will whisper its melody in my ear, and breath its calmness. Time is safe here, It stands still.
Untouched.
The earth is at peace here. The quietness, offers, healing somehow
The lord speaks here, His voice quiet and still.
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If you were, to look deep inside of my eyes,
Look past, my faults and imperfections.
Look past all that seems confusing and different.
You could see my heart, and if you look even closer,
You may fall in love with all that,
I could be and all that I have already become.
You could grow with me, You could understand me,
and you could embrace beauty that is deeper than the outer shell.
Slowly, you could love every inch of my being.
And appreciate Every breath that we have taken together.
Once you have fallen in love with my soul,
Then you have truly loved me.
You see, my outer appearance will change,
and I may begin to look different as the years, pass by.
If you have fallen in love with my spirit, my heart.
This will not change your love for me.
When you have learned to love me, for what is inside of me,
We have made it, and can dance through this life together.
And as long as you stand near me through this life, I can live. I can breath and I can learn.
When this is found this is Love! Beauty is only measured from within.
Looks will fade on the outside, However,
always be found again when someone looks deep inside your eyes!
Time doesn't change that beauty, it is a gift!
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You ever wonder how it would be to be a butterfly?
They fly around and land on things that are beautiful.
They stretch their wings out, and their colors are even more brilliant!
They are
delicate and small, and dont ever cause pain or trouble.
Their wings are the colors of heaven.
They just glide through life on gentle breezes.
They just fly free higher and higher, until they disappear.
What a beautiful creation they are.
Guess we could learn from all of the Lord's smallest creations.
It can teach us, that even if we are small, and delicate, meek and silent.
Even though we may feel we haven't made the world beautiful we have.
The Lord uses all his masterpieces,
and we all have a special place in his miraculous eyes!
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Is there a way, I could see you?
Is there a certain way you could ask God to let the wind blow a certain direction?
Maybe, you could ask him,
To let the aroma of the flowers tell me you are there.
I have never seen you, or even know the color of your eyes.
However, I believe I would feel you.
If You were allowed, to leave the heavens for a moment.
Maybe just a moment from the land of forever.
Maybe, I could look at you, and see how you have grown.
Just so I could have your face inside my mind.
That when I closed my eyes, I could hold you.
I know you cant stay forever. I understand that.
Just for a slight moment, I could see the way your eyes sparkle,
I could look into your eyes, And have you in my thoughts.
Then I would know, you, when I see you for the first time.
Will you know me? Just for moment let me see you.
I know you must go,
The lord knows.
I will close my eyes, and maybe I could see you,
just for a moment
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where do all the tears go? The tears that people shed. Does the earth drink them up? Do they water the earth? Do they somehow bring life? when they drop to the ground, Do they sprout back up
with beauty?Possibly that beautiful flower outside your window or on a tall hillside, is someones tears that has turned beautiful and replenished the earth. Maybe pain someday turns in to happiness. And the tears that have fallen through the years brings glorious colors and beauty as far as the eyes can see. I believe that. That every tears we have shed is cherished by our creator, That when we face the hard times and say our goodbyes. That The Lord intends are pain to be somehow used for good. That when your tears fall, The Lord knows how many has fallen. And one day you will have a glorious garden of beauty that your tears have created and grown. And every memory will be forever part of your garden
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Dance with me underneath the stars;
The roar of the fire can be heard and felt.
The flames cause shadows to cast on the cool Earth.
The moon's light brings life, The Clouds are hiding.
The Shivery Wind blows in from the North, telling us of Winter's soon arrival,
It causes chill bumps to appear on our Arms.
I watch as your body moves in and out of The moon's Light.
The way your your mouth looks,
The way your eyes seem. Your lashes hide them.
The innocent look in your eyes.
I stalk you with my eyes. I know you feel my warm stare.
I have given myself to you freely without a fight.
I have allowed myself to trust and depend on you.
I wonder if you could examine my Soul,
if you would see how I have longed for this.
I have searched and prayed for you.
God has allowed me to receive my gift.
It is Timeless, Somehow, you have broken my wall;
You have allowed my youth to appear again.
The defenseless child. I have fallen for you,
The feeling is not able to be put into words.
This is Timeless. Untouched.
Hold me next to you. Bring warmth to my body,
Bring life into me. Slowly dance with me under the moon.
Our love is timeless,
It has been Given to us by the Creator,
Molded with his hands.
We have been chosen.
Dec 22. 2011 Thurs
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