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  To Be Mine

  

  By EbonyWebs, Toronto, Canada

  Delicate. Fragile. Careful. Those blue waves, always foamy. Beauty is a cloud, the follower. Hope is a rock, steadfast as it travels. Words in this verse, simply put together. Shattered. Broken. Apart. And so, what is this? A jumble of literature? The timeless definitions may fade. But the n...
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  Our Thoughts Are Magic

  

  By EbonyWebs, Toronto, Canada

  Our thoughts are magic, deceiving and spell bounding. And when devoid of them, the magic disappears. They flow, the murky ocean waves, crashing to shore. But the craze subsides as they reach it. They claw to stay behind, to remain, but, slowly and surely, are dragged back into real...
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  Ours.

  

  By EbonyWebs, Toronto, Canada

  Slow down, gently does it. Rocking back and forth As the breeze passes us By in it's time. Reach out, drag the fingers along. Linger on every moment. Plant yourself, feet firmly. And embrace the life. Rapid paced, too fast. What do we cherish? It's unknown, strange. And yet...
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  Weaving Fate of Spun Melodies

  

  By EbonyWebs, Toronto, Canada

  Let's begin in the estate. Leave one to their fate. Weave and spin the tales. Hold onto the metal rail. Get caught in the net of dreams. Entangled in the confusing means. Dance to the melody of the tune. Live under the silver liquid moon. Draw in bliss. What is this? Watch a wave flow...
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  Infatuation

  

  By EbonyWebs, Toronto, Canada

  Oceans. Remember our intrigue with the seashells? The infatuation was perfect, the piano's melody. Park. Our idiosyncrasies with the groove in the chains? Our infatuation for rain, the battling storm. Rehearsal. The mutual interests we discovered within the art? Infatuation...we used to ha...
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  The Sense of Happiness

  

  By EbonyWebs, Toronto, Canada

  Happiness is the hue of the rainbow and a sunset, combined It sounds like a child's innocent gleeful laugh It tastes like sweet wild blueberries, something you can't get enough of And smells like cinnamon buns, freshly baked Happiness looks like a calm beach, with waves to splash in A...
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  Curiousity

  

  By EbonyWebs, Toronto, Canada
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  Guide The Way

  

  By EbonyWebs, Toronto, Canada
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  The Infinite Stairway to Mystery

  

  By EbonyWebs, Toronto, Canada
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  Blaze

  

  By EbonyWebs, Toronto, Canada