HIS PASSION MOUNTS

 

Storm is coming.

Hitting the shore.

Palm trees flying.

And so much more.

 

Anger raises the waves.

Passion kicks up the sand.

Fear hides behind clouds.

Marching in like a band.

 

I know he is here.

I hide from his face.

He’s coming for me.

Clouds pick up the pace.

 

His anger brings passion and fear.

Too bad he can’t fly like a dove.

His can easily moves mountains.

For me he moves the sky above.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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THE SEAS

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The sun hides its head

While the waves rage on.

The clouds turn away

While blood rushes on.

The moon shies away

While the tides bring death.

All hide faces in vain

While the seas bring the pain.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

DREAM A LITTLE DREAM FOR ME

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Dream a little dream for me.

Take flight on your wings.

Fly high.

Soar to the clouds.

High above us all.

Join your colorful friends.

Spread a little fairy dust.

Follow your dreams.

Let them take you

to far away lands.

Dream a little dream for me.

THE NIGHT

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The night is here.

The moon creeps 

through a thick maze of clouds.

The stars sparkle

in the dark blanket of sky.

Welcome the dark shadows.

The night walkers.

The dreamers.

The ghosts of past years.

Those who walk the earth

in the dead of night.

Welcome the night creatures.

All who are brave enough

to face the night.

For the night is here to stay.

A NEW BEGINNING

 

A NEW BEGINNING

The rain hits the puddles

in staccato rhythm.

A constant 

and mesmerizing sound.

Tree branches hang low,

weighed down with water.

Flowers lift their shiny faces

for their morning washing.

The cold, crisp rain

refreshes and renews.

The clouds dry out.

The sun returns

to brighten the day.

The air smells clean.

A new day dawns.

A new beginning.

A TOWN LOST

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Night drifts closer.

Black replaces blue.

Clouds fall slowly.

A dark day for you.

Green soaking pink.

Waves hit the shore.

I know what you think.

Evening coming too soon.

The truth may be hard to bear.

Our town has lost its yellow glow.

Night walkers are coming here.

A town lost to its deadly foe.

THE DEAD GAME

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