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The Sound of Creation

On the Edge of a Dead World

Shadows of December

Unholy Love

Fire from a Distant Life

Follow the Birdsong

Archibald

Frozen Retreat

A Silent Knowing

Sacred Crone

Welcome Jack

Morning Candle

Please Live

A Multitude of One

Love is Now

Remembering Spring

Canvas of Gold (A Tribute to Poetry Sites)

Someone Else's Paradise

April Snow

Night of the Broken Glass, Revisited

In a Moment of Understanding

Requiem for Yesterday

Forbidden

Visions Released

Intense Imagery (A Haiku)

For our child

Dance Upon Shadows

A Rose

Night bus home

A Comfort Sent to You

Black Lung

Restless

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Foolish hearts

Heart to Heart

Returning Hero

Old and New

Words

Shades

Clutch

Going back

The Warrior

Facing reality

In the wind

Loyal soldier

Lifespan

Sitting

Living machine

Revolution in Bloom

I Am Not Spoiled Stinky Curdled Milk

Yes, Leonard...It's Math Again Tonight

Winds of time

The Power

What

Hungry for life

Autumn

All men

Man with no name

The face at the bar

Questions

Young girl

To the sea

Mountain Morning Lakeside Fishing

 

Dance Upon Shadows

A thought to be an artist, how pensive it would be,
To paint a grand masterpiece, emotions flowing free.
Perhaps I'd be an activist, consumed by my cause,
A passionate fight to revise corrupt laws.

High on mountain meadows where troubles cease,
Joy fills my soul with songs of peace.
Reliable and solid, as an old Oak tree,
Nature brings balance, like the calming sea.

Gazing at the shooting stars, twinkling in the night,
A dance upon shadows of silver moonlight.
Life is full of choices, a chance and a smile,
The Universe before me, I'll stay here for a while.

K.A.Brown May 2013





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