Misc. Poems
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Dark
Gems of... -
Majestic black horse
Muscles ripple as he runs... -
A majestic sight thunders across the plains
Colors of black brown and whites a blur... -
Icy, vanilla, creme de la crem deluxe
laced In ruby fire cinnamon, candied poison... -
How trite it would taste
if I begin to paint you in blue and white... -
Every wind moves
a different sail, but all... -
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Her language has no curves
or colors... -
I can't deny
the obvious... -
Turf cutters lonely they are not,
toiling in solitariness with endless rhythm... -
Walking into the room with her spurs tapping
on the wood planked floor with cautious steps... -
Sitting in that well-worn leather saddle awaiting...
spurring his side to run through the gate at a... -
I am not sure if it's
those butterflies that...