Category: Rhyme
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/Evaporation
The words They I meanI try to say The words Are clear Near… dear And then they’re goneNo longer here I fear Evaporated
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The Block
SittingWaitingTypingDeletingThe block’s back, this is true ButTypingWritingThinkingCreatingAlways brings something new Eventually Given time.
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The Realm of In-between
Betwixt the day and nightLies the realm of in-between;Neither dark nor lightYet both, as it would seem.Shadows start to vanishExtending out in lengthYet slowly as they finishThey lose much of their strength.Betwixt the night and day,In the time to settle down,Lies the realm of mysteryAs silence falls around.The sun sets in the eastAnd darkness starts…
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A Mare of a Night
I sit and typeAnd in the lightI see the darkness appear The sound outsideMakes me want to hideIt’s raining heavily once more here The skies are fullAnd clouds are lowMaking the night grow darker Then out of the blackA bolt – a crack!As the scene grows ever starker