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Twilight’s Touch
Her slender limbs reach, holding the sun’s scarlet blush, night’s first quiet touch…
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Season’s Bend
She curves through winter’s bare wood, toward sunlight and hidden green; where February stubbornly stood, spring waits just past the scene…
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Winter’s Surrender
She drifts through clouds in rolling silk, to tease the Old Man’s frozen heart; her sunset breath, like honeyed milk, tears his silvered world apart. Upon the lake, her pearly glow seduces ice to…
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Gentle Charm
Where the road bends soft and slow, she stands in the afternoon glow. Worn with gentle hometown charm, quiet days in her wooden calm…
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Forest’s Fading Light
Deep in the forest, void of sight, a fragile branch holds fading light. Its final leaves in amber glow, catch golden whispers drifting low…
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Beyond the Cannon’s Breath
In golden light of evening blaze, the old sentry meets our gaze. From cannon’s breath and bitter fray, to Pataskala’s peaceful quiet way. He catches fire in the evening sun, a soldier’s watch that’s…
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Before the Snow
Her path of gold, a sunlit floor, of autumn days that came before. I walk these woods of rust and light, before the winter turns the morning white…
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Echoes of Autumn Light
I watch the drifts through frozen glass, and miss her light on autumn grass. In November’s gold, she used to glow, a cool, crisp breath before the snow. Now winter reigns in silent white,…
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