Clarity in Muddied Waters
A Messianic Journey Through Pen and Peace. Writing from the Stillness Within.
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She was a phantom of delight
When first she gleam’d upon my sight;
A lovely apparition, sent
To be a moment’s ornament;
Her eyes as stars of twilight fair;
Like twilight’s, too, her dusky hair;
But all things else about her drawn
From Maytime and the cheerful dawn;
A dancing shape, an image gay,
To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Category: Stories From A Young Heart
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Tangled branches bear no fruit For growth is choked into obedience. Winter gives way to warmth, But if the frost is too harsh will anything bloom? Vibrance contained ceases to give light, It withers and fails, a slave to oppression. Favour drained becomes nothing more than an action, Held too tight, Life turns to rubble.
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Ultraviolence Lying in the open, Travelling alongside us Ripples impact, Avoiding spotlight Vivid in their secrecy Integrated into society Openly spoken of yet Leaning on our pillars Existing through us , Newly budded, Century after century Ebbing away at our boundaries.
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