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Unaware of the firing motion
The moon reflects in her glazing eyes
Solitary motion distills the summer days
Transparent figures move in the burning sunrise

Subtle movement in the deep blue haze
The moon rejects to her suprise
The summer days begin to hussle
Memories twinkle upon the next phase 

The stars are forced to light the night
While the wind gracefully dances through her hair
The summer is coming to an end
But everything around is blissfully unaware

Unaware of the firing motion
The moon reflects in her glazing eyes
Solitary motion distills the summer days
Transparent figures move in the burning sunrise

That summer will hold those memories forever
Her many adventures with the wind and the moon
A new summer is sneaking up for its next attack
Everything is brand new again, and so

Unaware of the firing motion
The moon again reflects in her glazing eyes
And just like before, the solitary 
motion distills the summer days
And transparent figures move in the burning sunrise

Transparent figures move in the burning sunrise

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Towel and flesh blend in the actual color, 
skin dankly bejeweled, the center of what is clean, 

wrapped in fragrance, like it is issued by man
of his mortal hands, touching the air

and material. Life? much of it is secured
beyond the sight of nakedness, a truer sight.

But within this shedding bears a deepening, 
an awakening of years, a Hibiscus mood.

Receptors function - from the city of me, inside; 
the chest is the city, the nucleus, revealing this skin. 

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A storm is brewing on the Horizon of my soul.
Even though the sun is shining, I can
feel the distant drums of thunder.
As they rumble inside my heart.
Flashes of Lightening strike and
tear at my very being.
My hands shake as if they were, 
the trees leaves trembling on their limbs.
I know the forcast isn't good.
Yet I hope for better weather.
How long can a soul live in the eye of a storm? 

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Posted: 2008-11-23 06:21:07 UTC

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