| on such a morning as this, a mist of wind
cools all of my senses, and i can see it carrying
away the burdens of a leaf. i wonder why
everything follows the wake of a sun-rise
moon-light pattern, why Nature's seasons
always circle back around.Could it be that
everything is letting go, forever dying to be born
in new awakening
Love Danielle |
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| when the disappointments of an evening won't disappear, i start to imagine a slightly different scene, one where my more appealing self comes up to you for once. you are still handsome and tall and barely aged at all. I am a little taller, more attractive, worldly, yet innocent enough for you to notice, and perfect at conversation. I'd like to think we talked to flirt, and intrigued eachother enough to pretend we thought the same way, and had some things in common. When you begin to play, in the moment of holding your guitar and opening your mouth, you thought of me, and hoped that I would understand what you were singing between verses. In the end, my leaving would not be so abrupt or silly. I stay for a while, and you smile at me sometimes. I wouldn't play with the rings on my fingers, fold hair over then behind my ear, or look down as you play those songs that make me feel enough that i could love you. |
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| we are all islands
but we are all the same on this earth
how can it be?
because i am not shaped
like other islands
across my water
the others seem so different than me
he said, if we swallow the water
between us
we are the same land.
with always growing love,
danielle |
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| In far-away imaginings
close to the center
of newly formed dreams
I can see the skyscape of all oceans,
where starlight is a raindrop
that fell asleep in clouds
and listened to
the continuous waves resounding
and with love,
danielle<3 |
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| theres a spilling of a fountain on the lawns turning green
and the widde eyed petals hold bees in the sun
dressing everything over in heavy wakefullness
the porch bench used to whistle to winds in summer trees
cradled our skin. i think of you again , i wonder
is your mind a handle of escape or cabin still. love for ever Danielle |
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