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amidst the morning dawn
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My trashcan poetry amidst the morning dawn I watch the stars
fading silently retreating before the sun
as a new day begins
winter's desolation of the desert gives way
to the blooming cacti , wild flowers and bushes
who of those who'd travelled here only a week ago
could of guessed of the beauty of the mohave in the spring rain
yet some place deep within I'm shrouded by darkness
the brilliance of mother nature's hand stands out showing off all her glory
I can see it,but I cannot feel it
In mists of uncertainty my heart lies on the altar of misery
enshrined inside the book of the broken
thus unable to touch the warmth or feel the happiness others feel within
memories of love lingers in my heart, mind and soul damn it - why was this world so cold
I have loved, lost and lived
been betrayed , sacrificed an crucified by brothers , lovers an friends
I would give anything to leave my sadness, pain and the loneliness behind
but how do I trust, how do I learn to love again
like the stars amidst the morning dawn
I fade away silently retreating before the sun
~ D D ~
Incredibly Beautiful Metaphor
The Mohave must be exceptionally fine to see. Stars fade to be reborn. The question I asked once was if I give up all this passion for pain and despair - what do I replace it with? The answer was paint - the passion and despair and pain are still there under the surface used as motivational energy to face the strange but wondrous and surprising future. Time does not always heal. The poem is a fine honed expression of where you are. ~Lady A~
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