

On the Coming of WinterRain is not bad. When it is warm I am warmed. When it is cold warmth comes from inside, And those around me.On the Coming of Winter
Snow is not bad. Each flake is the sign of the unique, Each dancing descent the pattern of an individual life. It cannot be helped that the settled rest of those that fall upon the city be polluted with the dirt from the boots of mankind.
Ice is not bad. A single patch is a mirror waiting for a step too sure. The resulting slip or near-slip wakes the walker To a new appreciation of his path.
Winter is not bad. Like all things it passes. &


El Arte De LiarSavour the last breath Harsh, as the flame dies. Though the embers have faded the burial is one of sadness. Momentary reflection moving to joy From melancholy.El Arte De Liar
The hope of new life!
The slow skilled assembly of the elements: Paper; blank yet part of nature potential And a small dose of poison for craving and structure The most part is love crystal herb sacremental A pax mix of ease and of friendship all mutual.
Then A quest for the Spark, Sign of the birth of a new light. Building anticipation with the pressure on the sacred flint &n


soft happy rainThe night is outside, I cloak it with my bedroom light and hide it with my curtain, I feel wonderful inside my soul, I'm raining there, yet am uncertain what it means to feel the rainfall inside ones soulsoft happy rain


I recall a delightful sighMy feelings now are living weak, This time will come to pass I see and hear a lover's heart, Enamoured music that should last, Yet time may beat it, time will fight, Time is love's great enemy -I recall a delightful sigh
Yet also love's delight, For without it there would be no morn, Nor would exist the night, Still, I know that when a heart's forlorn, There is no care for dark or light
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