Laura Gail Sweeney Biography

Flickering, glistening sounds of night
Your warm hand keeps mine protected from the frost
Stars twinkle above like the warmth of your heart
Our hearts have a view of the snow covered hillside
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Silvery white snow
Contrasts with his eyes so brown
Sweetness who climbs mountains
Who opens my heart with a thought
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The intangibleness of feelings that amaze me
When I dive into those gleeful, cloudy skies
In my dreams in which I see illusory, mountainous greens
This very special day, unlike the rest, I've confessed
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Sometimes it feels like there's no place for philosophers
And poets in this world. They're engaged in work that
Helps support their true vocations. Maybe they do
Work beneath their horizons as a means of not contaminating
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Fruitful delights of Golden Dawn arise,
Whereby solstice smiles upon a new day,
Cliffs of Moher, where daisies do fantasize
Of one's yesteryear reigning in the hay.
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