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When daybreak comes and I no longer care to listen for the mourning doves first cry, anticipate the sunrise in the sky or smell the apple blossoms in the air my passion to write poetry will die.
Unethical protocols  Juicy prompts Veiled passion Serums promise. Oxygenated clean days 
It is not a sin  Being an idealist Being a realist or even Being a dreamer.  
In tidings of Christmas  Round bound of luminous senses, soul and spirit  Whirling In hypnotic insanity is a wing insect 
My life is full because what I have Came in gifts of 2 A double gift  My God gave me To make my dreams come true My God is great He blessed my life One evening in July
Theological religion. Signs and wonders, Wrought magick to us...   God doling his virtuous power, Showered a Magi's realm, His slight of hand is barely felt...   Religion, Magick.
The birth was a miracle The mother agrees it was the best day of her life Her lined face was glad to become a grandmother at last   The birth was a painful event
Angel in the gardenI see your golden wingssense the sweetness of your gazeas it envelopes me todayNight has clearly left usthe stars and moon set downthe sun has cllimved her ladder
I believe in Everything I believe in the wonder Santa leaves in the heart of children I believe in the magic Fairies bring to youngsters
Hark  the shuffle of skin and bone  from the bolted door  The softest moan    A miracle. Hallelujah!  they have risen again Heaven set them down god released their sin   
Who is this girl?Who might she be?I know who she is.She's like a sister to me.  
Did you expect it? That life-changing, altering moment… Why did it happen? Why you? Why now?   Do you think it was the almighty God?
Jehovah and Jesus Christ are father and son.I'm in awe because of the miracles they've done.It was a sad and tragic day when Christ was nailed to the cross and took his final breath.
People were scared People we frightened Breathing became hard for my loved ones Six hours turned into eight And eight turned into thirteen
Lights sparkling, snow falling. Family's laughing, cookies baking. Stories being told, gifts being wrapped. Socks and slippers. Chilli and soup. These are a few of my favorite things.  
There was one thing that I couldn’t forget
Dream of sleep and wonder, of cold rain and thunder. Dream of something exhilarating and painful. Dream of life by the handful. Dream of a smile
There's a place that you can go, a state of mind. Where you scrape the ultimate supreme, marking ink in the lobes of you brain.   Spun by emotion and directed by Hope,
You don't need much to spread your wings You don't need much to make others see You don't need much to sing and sing You don't need much to follow your dreams All you need is to fly real high
A miracle happened last night For one split instant everything was right Science can't explain it To us it won't make sense A bright flashing of light Yet the sky stayed dim
I rise and so I stand. I stand, because I can. breath of life in the morning I awake. as the wind blows I smile, in which, It comforts my mistakes. lessons to be learned, always enough to be taught,
Times are hard, Hearts are broke, no one knows what lies ahead, maybe a miracle. Her hearts shattered and beaten, It shows on her body, No one believes it Hes killing her.
It’s a thick pain coming from within my chest, my heart is crying out, wanting this torment to end, my womanhood I defend, as I feel the lump in my breast, as my fingertips I press against, the reason for my stress, and depressed is not the word,
As I walk down this dark and dead meadow, A flower snares my eyes. Captive by it's beauty, I kneel before it, And pray.
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