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The Colors of the Wind

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A dream of fools beyond my eyes,
I can not see reguardless of my tries,
I am being decieved by my lover's lies,
To ponder results in a dream that dies.
John Richardson

What sweet release death must be
Nomore the sting of missing thee

I offer up locks, thou dost provide the key
Every move thine, sets our souls free

Of thy LOVE and touch I am unworthy
But these emotions I can not flee

Now and forever, my LOVE dost well up for thee
Thy face is all mine eyes can ever see

Thy voice and smile inspire me
My life and heart are thine delightfully

If this breath be the last I ever see
All the better, ne'er again to be missing thee.
Timothy Pruden

The Moon glowed as a luminescent pearl in the ebony sky.
Waves boiled and rolled, smashing against the granite cliffs.
Rivulets, sparkling, cascaded down the glistening banks.
The shoreline was strewn with agates, shining brightly,
interspaced between the boulders and the sand.
Away from the beach, a backwash, calm and flat,
contrasted to the crescendo around it.
Its surface mirrored the lunar orb back to its heavenly origin.
Robert Kirwan

I've waited so long to find a man like you.
Maybe daydreams really do come true.
Found out your name and game,
But will my life ever be the same.
Committed to making this kind a friendship work
Without lust,but a bust, I have to say in god will I trust.

i pray that your love will come over to my door,
Listen up so I can explain somemore.
I wish I could call out your name and feel no shame at all
But your gone like this seasons basketball.

a talented and educated young man is all I want in my life.
My intentions never included being your wife.
A working relationship of co-workers is what we have
Here. but I wish I could tell you the feeling I bear.

Tamekia Martin