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quaking aspen sings

bites this winters cold

crisp pure no stains shown

horizon soon looms low

tinted window shows

falling angel’s pure glow

halo’s fluting slow

majestic casmic hues

steps no sounds clues

crisp echos natures call

depth of wonder of it all

treasures beyond any life

seen before me dreams sight

staring at such purity

dreams dreams allow me to see

never enough soul must breathe

as the quaking aspen sing

*i dreamed that last night* .. on 3-9-13 happy day verse ..

Author: Leslie Stockton

I am a Poet it seems. But I am many things this is just a small part of who I am. I write *Love Ballads* and *Erotic* prose. This is my little world you see. My passions are *Art* *Music* *Poetry* *Health & Fitness* *Outdoor Activities* *Fashion* *Costuming* ..etc etc. I am a Leo except the part about being in the spotlight *whispers* my preference is home by a fire. I have many belief’s; like signs, patterns, numbers, colors, everything has an energy you see. All things!! To me anyway. That interaction we experience is a kind of sending and receiving of vibrations to me. The cliche’ ..DARK TO LIGHT applies. We are all connected and share *a something* which can not be defined nor understood in our current state of development. So within my limited brain capacity that is what i have chosen to believe in its barest form. But i follow my instincts and try to be a better human. If you ever met me, well I have been told I leave a lasting impression. May the Verse Be with You. ≧◠◡◠≦✌

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