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	<title>sinnaminsun:  2007 Poems</title>
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		<title>~Dream Catchers~</title>
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		<description> Just before the dawn peeks through
there flies a bird called Midnight Blew,
Sings of love, spreading her wings
casting astray what worries bring.

She carries dreams of me and you
to heights where gilded angels flew,
Drifting away, going beyond
what limits life or songs have sung.

On wing or limb, on land or sky
no soul is caged, eclipsed or tied.
Let freedom shower in our dreams
and drown amongst realities...

Soon to wake the morning shows
this bird of night grants dreams for those,
To catch each quick before the dawn
and live our dreams before they're gone.

sinnaminsun 2007 </description>
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		<category>Sinnaminsun:  2007 Poems</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Oct 2009 00:24:18 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>~Yellow Rose~</title>
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		<description>Where rolling circle wheat abounds 
in valleys green and wide surround,  
Far under skies stretched kelly-blue 
there lies a rose blushed red by you. 
 
As tempered breaths hush whispered winds 
blows passion's mist on morning shins,  
Escapes desire, arise the sun 
shines yellow hues upon...among. 
 
This evening's tone sears deeper still 
as darkness black around will spill,  
Within the night grows one rose red 
where love once grew but now lies dead. 
 
sinnaminsun 2007 </description>
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		<category>Sinnaminsun:  2007 Poems</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Sep 2009 15:07:00 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>~Daze of Summer~ revised</title>
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		<description> Sun-burn skies of crimson tides,
warming winds blow-in July.
 
 Greenness curling round each bend,
for autumn frosts to pale again. 
 Morning wakes the sky each day,
lighting through my valley-way. 
 Take the season and stretch it long,
too quickly past before it's gone.
 
 Gaze within as sunshine grows,
while flowers stretch on petaled toes.

Everywhere the season flies,
adrift as summer days skip by. 
 2007 sinnaminsun </description>
		<dc:creator>sinnaminsun</dc:creator>
		<category>Sinnaminsun:  2007 Poems</category>
		<pubDate>Sun, 09 Aug 2009 19:57:31 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>~Climber~</title>
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		<description>Plant a seed of want,
grows the tree of need,
Climb high upon its limbs
gaze around but do you see?

Is your forest hidden
lost within the wood,
Going upward toward the blue
but is higher always good?

So your climb goes on
above the skies turn gray,
Winds wrapping round this cage
shaking not your need to stay.

And the storm lies waiting
with a circle and shake,
Rise above to see the sight
but below a bow now breaks.

Hear the bending tremble
feel your fears arise,
Showing up to greet you
is the ground you've patronized.

Above the view lies waiting
from below you lie,
Grounded by your need to climb
when all you had to do was to fly.

2007 sinnaminsun
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		<dc:creator>sinnaminsun</dc:creator>
		<category>Sinnaminsun:  2007 Poems</category>
		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Jul 2009 19:31:13 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>~Close~</title>
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		<description>So close I am
to silence that raspy door,
It's gnawing persistence
only rivaled by my intent.

So sure I am
that thoughts needn't a voice,
And whittle away what's left
of any doubt left knocking.

2007 sinnaminsun  </description>
		<dc:creator>sinnaminsun</dc:creator>
		<category>Sinnaminsun:  2007 Poems</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2009 16:00:31 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>~Fly~</title>
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		<description>Harkened to the angels
before they learned to fly,
Golden spirits grounded
and never wondered why...

Skies held up a ceiling
which gathered them within,
Forever burning twilight
upon their flawless skin.

Many lifetimes passing
before the eagle flew,
Unknown to this vision
their need to fly still grew.

With an itch comes scratching
the eagle's at their back,
Soaring ever-higher,
as stars slowly retract.

Down below and rising
their souls came up to shine,
Replacing stars at twilight
dance angels so divine.

So grant me just one wish
before dreams fade away,
Fly me to the ceiling
of an angel's soul today.

2007 sinnaminsun </description>
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		<category>Sinnaminsun:  2007 Poems</category>
		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Jul 2009 16:33:30 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>~Death~</title>
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		<description>Death has
but one blessing
And one curse...
Memories.

2007 sinnaminsun </description>
		<dc:creator>sinnaminsun</dc:creator>
		<category>Sinnaminsun:  2007 Poems</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 11 Jul 2009 04:53:20 GMT</pubDate>
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