Lazarus Knix Biography

You, see the world through the eyes of a child-
One who has contemplated the soft chirping of
The emerald crickets at midnight.
One who gathers the brown leaves of autumn together
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When I journey on jade grass blades,
They harshly bend beneath my feet,
And though their tips and soil meet-
My footsteps do not make them stay.
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I had a dream-
A dream that I’d lost you,
Amongst a fog of twisted hate.
And Then, I awake-
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A northern wind and lighthouse,
Are arguing once more,
Their quarrel seems to be about,
Whom better keeps the shore.
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Auburn hair
Gently
Genuflects Over
Two pale shoulders-
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