RAIN

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Safe and secure.

Beneath the bridge.

Rain splashing free.

Wild on its journey.

Watering the trees.

Filling the grass.

Life for the flowers.

Puddles for the concrete.

A splash.

A spray.

Cold on my face.

Alive.

Surrounding me.

With life.

OASIS IN GREY

 

 

Through a field of flowers.

Pink petals in my hair.

Follow the babbling brook.

At the mountains I stare.

 

Green grass for carpeting.

Wisps of clouds circle me.

White snow caps the mountains.

Grey rocks all I can see.

 

Oasis in the grey.

A mirage that can’t be.

How do flowers grow here?

An illusion for me.

A PLACE FOR ME

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A forest so green and pure,

I want to be there for sure.

Colors to brighten life

without a bit of strife.

This is definitely the place for me,

where I can be as free as I can be.

Pink and yellow flowers fill up the day.

No where prettier I can safely say.

A PRETTY PLACE

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My mind is foggy today.

I need to clear the cobwebs.

Throw out the excess garbage.

The bad thoughts.

The worries.

All to the wind.

And think of a pretty place.

Where the birds chirp and play.

Where the mountains soar high.

Where windows bring in the light.

I can lift my face to the sun.

To the beauty of life.

To the smell of grass.

To the puffy white clouds.

I’m there right now.

Come and join me.

MARK THE SPOT

 

 

Dark skies above.

Dark trails below.

No wildlife.

No birds or insects.

Only dense grass.

To mark the spot

Where End House had stood.

Its evil glory washed out to sea.

To be replaced by a green carpet

Of emptiness and darkness.

A marker for The Dead.

From the dungeons they’ll rise

And walk the earth once again.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

 

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