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The Web

It is beautiful,

I think,

to be a very small thread

on the web of it all.

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Little Light

What colour shall I paint my sky?

Soft-pink and grey:

clouds of spun sugar,

sweet dreams that drift me to life?

Bring me a cool breath of clarity.

Bring me a little light,

and I will shine it, wherever I may go.

Though the roads may crumble

and darken

and fade,

I will have my little light.

I will have my sweet dreamy sky.

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Sweet and Quiet

The sweet and quiet of life is where my soul belongs.

The essence of a strawberry.

The taste of the softest kiss beneath a swaying tree.

It is not all that I am, this sweet and quiet that calls me.

But it is my favourite place to be.

My favourite aspect of everything.

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My Sun

When the sun woke up

in my small human frame,

I learned that love lives

on the wings of the wind.

My dear sweet, darling sun.

Always swimming in my eyes

as I gaze at those who need me.

Always melting this heart of mine

so that I might paint the world

with a bright new day.

I will never close my eyes

again.

I will never close my eyes,

beautiful sun.