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Lazily gazing down
the moon with her crown
laughs joyfully and free
while she's playing with the sea.
Sighing deep in slumber
the birds don't mind the thunder
just beyond the shore
they dream of myth and lore.
Buried deep in summer grass
lies a gleaming pearl of glass.
Go to sleep and you will find
that beauty deep within your mind.


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I play opera
when the sun
is about to set outside.
Vincero it sings
and I think
of victory.
The last rays
give in to the night
like a sovereign
bows to another.
Gracefully.
Do we bow with grace
as we fall
from the same?
Are we with grace
as we stand
victors before the fallen?
Are we vindicated
as victors
or did the winning
make a mockery
of all?
My, but the thoughts
do take twisting turns
as darkness falls
and twilight comes
on dancing feet
that trip with gladness,
float with sadness
that invites
to sing the blues.



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