LET THE LIGHT IN

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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.

A PICTURE OF LIFE

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A picture of life inside.

A window so hard to find

Of laughter and love

Would fit like a glove.

Soft music I can hear.

I want to be right there

With the people having fun

Lit up orange like the sun.

A BLANKET OF RED

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Nordic landscape

A blanket of red

covers the landscape.

Fragrant and soft

as it protects and serves.

A place of comfort

and a place to sleep.

A keeper of memories

of the lost tower.

What was once a stronghold

is now a carpet of beauty.

PURPLE OASIS

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Wolni Lake in the North-West of Hamburg by Michi Lauke

An oasis for me.

Under a purple tree.

Leaves fan my tired face.

Far from the human race.

The view takes me away.

Where the happy can play.

I close my heavy eyes.

To shut out all the lies.

THE VIEW

The view fills my mind.

Soothes my soul.

Brings me inner peace.

The sweet aroma of flowers.

Tingles my nose.

Draws me closer.

The sea air brushes my face.

Salts my skin.

Leaves cold footprints.

I’m running.

Eyes wide open.

Face to the sun.

Arms outstretched.

I’m here.

In paradise.

The paradise of my imagination.

ONE WITH NATURE

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Lost Lake Trail – Ludington State Park, Michigan

One with nature.

One with the mountains.

One with the lake.

One all alone.

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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.

FOUR MEN

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I see the men.

They are walking.

Through the cold forest.

Coming closer to my house.

Snow swirls around them.

Their feet crunch on the ice.

There are four of them.

Why are they here?

Four men of the night.

The window mists from my breath.

It fogs my view of them.

I must run.

I must hide.

There are four of them.

PURPLE TONIGHT

The night has turned purple.

A purple lens to cover my view.

Illusion replaces reality.

In a world of lies and half-truths.

The world glows purple tonight.