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Twenty-Two Early Poems - 2. the realm of fright
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Poem No. 4
Winter
The winds blow themselves across barren land,
a bleak concept for summer's ban –
it is winter's triumph to be so grand.
The time is not for summer sand
nor spring's sweet fan –
now is winter, see and feel it at hand.
Poem No. 5
Prayer
Energy surrounded by many a name,
ever changing, always the same –
Let me bask in your loving light,
and release me from the realm of fright.
Poem No. 6
Nature softly calling
Come, Come, Come,
To a place where She and Man are one
Come, Come, Come,
To a place where Nature and I are one
Come
To where lions sing and birds are purring
…Come, Come, Come…
Nature calls to me
…come…come…come…
Leave life behind, come with Me and be free
come
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