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A Women Who’s Heart Is Pure


A women who’s heart is pure

her personality …

sweetest she could ever try and be

head thinking on straight

life an up and down rollercoaster

herself holding on as tight as she could so as not to fall off the crazy ride

her heart pure as anyone’s could be

her mind and soul a little lost along the way

yet still pushing forward and trying to lead the way

keeping hope for the next brighter day

things deep inside confusing her thoughts and decisions ever day

always in search of the right path ahead to take.

A women’s heart who is pure

in search of you and nothing more but a better way in life

am I a women like that

am I a women for sure

am I a women who’s heart shall remain pure and true

am I women good enough for the man to be old fashioned and shiverally by holding the door and being a gentlman alone

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Dewdrops


The dewdrops trickle like tears rolling off my face

the smell of the mist within the cool air

not even a sound in the early day is there

as the pitch black covers the ground

the damp cool air gently brushing over my skin as if I have been sprinkled with dust of the fairy’s of the lands near

Day begining to break and creep in gently blanketing light across the lands

the songs of the birds begining to awake

the sun begining to crest and peek over the hills

with colors of orange and yellow and red

pink and purple peeking still from behind

I paint a picture of the sun set tonight deep within my mind

sensing the glory and beauty of the sunrise I now see

Looking up overhead I hear a sudden call

high up in the brightening day I see a hawk soaring across amongst it’s very beauty

imagining a wolf holwing goodnight as the slumber comes day and his hunting at night

the sublime nature all around as spirits around are peace filled and calm

my mind at ease with the glory amogst the that all fills the air with a gentle quiet filled soft breeze

as I listen to it just whisper amongst the trees

the dewdrops left in the roses and leaves

just a cool touch too release and renew the new growth ahead

Bringing up life as a small little seed

this is the peace of mind I still need

As I lye beneath this tree
looking across the open gorge in front of me

 another sound begins to sing out nearby

I listen and hear the sweet song of the whiperwill herself

as if to bless this new growing day

and say okay okay

it’s a brand new day

I stay a minute to listen and admire while I still observe

coming to wonder of all the sound of nature and the beauty within the mystery of mother earth

 
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