The crunch of frost gave way beneath my feet
As the morning sun fought off the stubborn mist...

To breathe in woe and then bemoan the...
Can bring no kind of sympathy or peaceful rest...

When lilies and dahlias
thrived on my grief...

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My muses are the furrowed fields...

...I am amputated from reality,
and pain-drenched wailings swim...

She understood the course she had to chart
But roads are often built with twists and turns...

"If the world was all
one country, then we wouldn't...

If hammers fall and nails bend
Then why are holes so often round...

A heavy weight begins to drag me down
As lately I have come to dread what's been...

I should have known that seeds
wouldn't germinate on concrete...