orgami's Diaryland Diary

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sand piper

stars tonight
neath this cold hour

where is our warmth of summer
to be

the winds of the north
though pleasant and mystic
make us want the heat
so badly

yet its not the rains
as last season
pouring from noon on
thick white cumulous
tragic and dramatic
black and rolling
dumping heavy pouring
precipitations

nights of rains falling
asleep dream music
to the open window
falling throught the leaves
outside my window

the little tree

sunburned today from sitting
downtown for hours
talking with elders
im getting dark again
looking native once again
well the colour I like

one day arrive to the beach
with the many others
when its warm enough to swim
and lay out on a towel
feel the heat of the sun
on my back soothe the aches
the pains of this age

look around

so much promise yet
I am not dead
nor wish to be

this cold night
of winter distant
yet touched
by the memory of her
chill

10:13 p.m. - 2009-05-25

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