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"His River"
I saw Him in the day, I saw Him in the night,
He never could leave me, never escaping from my sight.
I saw Him as I woke, I saw Him in my dreams,
I saw His smile in the tides as I walked along the streams.
I would see His face in the treacherous waves,
But now? I am blind, I can't see His eyes,
I can't see The Man made up from my own lies,
And now all I am left with is the whisper of His cries.
For it was all an illusion: He never did return,
Never to view as the seething waves hissed,
Never smiling back for he never did exist,
Each day in the morning's awakening mist.
I cannot go on without Him here,
The waters are what I've long became,
Wait, like Him, am I the same?
Wait, do I hear Him calling my name?
Is this where I may be let free?
A place no longer forced to pretend,
A simple escape just around the bend,
For is this only the beginning, not the end?
So I head back to the rivers once more,
No land left for me to roam,
Feet grazed against its soapy foam,
His river I shall now call home.
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Twinkle, twinkle,
So sorry to go.
My dear, I must leave,
To a place you'll soon know.
Twinkle, twinkle,
My precious star.
In my heart you're so close,
Yet my arms you're so far.
The glow from your eyes,
The warmth from your smile,
Has changed my life since,
And now stays all the while.
Little did I know,
The once gleam in your eyes,
Knows the truth of reality,
Now is one's own disguise.
Look up above,
At the world so high.
Where one can imagine,
Is where I now lie.
So do not mourn,
My dear, have no sorrow.
Just keep shining your light,
And we'll meet one tomorrow.
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A little boy was walking down,
The streets of town one night.
When from afar, he saw a man,
So strange to have caught his sight.
The man was singing to himself,
As he shivered in the cold.
With ragged clothes, shoeless feet,
And a worn out face– quite old.
The boy then asked of why he sang,
As he joined him in the storm.
The man then smiled and simply replied,
"It is something that can keep me warm."
Then, the boy asked of why he smiled,
On such a gloomy, dreadful day.
The man had laughed, and finally said,
"For I am blessed in my very own way!"
"Now, why does this man laugh with joy?"
The child thought to himself, confused.
"Why does he seem to not have much,
Yet with life, he is still amused?"
The man replied, "For we exist in this world,
That, itself, is a reason to smile.
Appreciating all the blessings you have,
Helps make life worth all the while."
Then, the man noticed the boy was cold,
For his hands, as they spoke, would shake.
So he reached into his worn down pocket,
Handing money for the child to take.
"Sorry if this is not much,
But it's all the money I hold.
Go buy yourself a pair of gloves,
To stay warm in the winter cold."
At that moment, it was clear to the boy:
The man was rich in a different way.
Such wealth is shared with many more,
In the things one can do or say.
A month had passed, and the boy returned,
To the bench where the old man would sing.
Hands and hearts were warm with love,
As winter had turned to spring.
The boy then thanked him for his kindness,
As time had lapsed and both would part.
The man had not just warmed his hands,
He also warmed his heart.
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