Screen aglow,
Have you taken the time
To see the lavender from your window?
Tag: poem
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Poppies bloom,
A scent of sleep
Carries the child to distant dreams.
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On frozen lake
The moon passes over,
Its light caressing ice.
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Fluttering moth
To Flame it flies,
From darkness it hides.
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The first second waited
For permission to pass
From God.
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