Forgotten Sun – #NaPoWriMo

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For AZ…

 

A torn soul, he lost his way

Searched to find his heart

Down the shadowed road he walked

Turned back again, to start

A newer path, his freedom rang

From all he held inside

Knowing he could conquer it

He felt this sense of pride

For those who thought he needed more

They really did not know him well

The key was held within him

To unlock this living hell

From demons he would battle

Till he defeated them, one by one

A valiant warrior, determined

No longer a forgotten sun

 

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Until She Awakens – #NaPoWriMo

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The sun lights the sky, sets a radiant flame

Now falling to slumber, from whence she came

The night covers over, and all else is forsaken

As he nestles her sweetly, until she awakens

 

 

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She Is

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Fluent emotion

Body, mind and soul as one

Attune with herself

 

 

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His Secret – #NaPoWriMo

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Echoing whispers that shatter the night

Watching and waiting, she stands in the light

His voice in the dark, it grows ever stronger

She wonders if she can take this much longer

She strains to listen, hears the sound of her name

From the voice of another, laying the blame

Disbelief comes, as he is walking away

Disavowing that he ever wandered astray

Denying he knows her, his heart is for another

Yet, she is the one he has called his true lover

His lies, so bold, and so easily spoken

His secret, once she, now tattered and broken

 

 

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Friday Fantasy ~ The Wind’s Gentle Rush – #NaPoWriMo

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She covers her face, weeps into her hand

Leaning against barren stretches of sand

And the trees behind her, though silent and still

Offer no shelter from the penetrating chill

She is forlorn and helpless, no hope to be found

Marked by the cross, that lies in the ground

A lover departed, she longs for his touch

And he reaches for her, with the wind’s gentle rush

 

 

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