On a crisp sunny morn',
I lay my new born...

Fingers tips feel their way, searching, searching...
Like a scent on the wind, my fragrance whispers...

20 seconds to comply
dark clouds loom over...

persuading needles
from a dwindling haystack...

Scarlet was her kiss left upon his cheek,
A tender bright promise for tomorrow...

Moving bubble like...

broken never means
destroyed when the inner-child...

as Jesus walked on
water he began to feel...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
An Oscar performance...

Caught in the gun's sight
Fawn to deer within a blink...

Over a yawning-morning-city,
birds stretched across...

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+ R.I.P...