Wings Of A Nightingale

burgeoning cacti-
stretches over arid planes
somewhere, in my mind
a meadow of verdant green
in the pages of a book
-Lark-
8.12.13

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winter frost is gone
wild flowers start to blossom
waiting for my love-
torn between fear and longing
summer when I wear his ring
-Lark-
8.14.13

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a view from the top-
it does make a difference
curious and brave snail
defying gravity’s pull
to see the world upside down
-Lark-
8.20.13

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another warm day-
the ground is wet with dew drops
as the sun rises
white clouds fleet by
a smell of newly mawn hay
-Lark-
8.25.13

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as the river bends-
it flows to where it shall end
right from where I stand
my life’s journey has a plan
where it takes me, so I go
-Lark-
9.8.13

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Millbrae train station-
he waits for the midnight train
while heavy rain pours
longing for his wife’s embrace
and a steaming bowl of soup
-Lark-
9.27.13

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