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“Sitting in peace and quiet, listening to the water fall” Gun Roswell
Waterfall
Under the waters of cool
Falling over onto my tired, aching body
The purity of it all
Makes me feel so tall
Washing away all, under this watery wall
I stand, silent and contempt
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“On the green pond, I sit and ponder” Gun Roswell
Pond
The flowers at the pond
Quietly on the waters calm surface flow
Nothing stirs them, nothing moves
Until a gust of wind
Makes a motion, causing all of them
To start towards each other
Flow, soon finding patterns only
Limited by my own imagination, nature’s tools of
Art best used here, now
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“On the green pond, I sit and ponder” Gun Roswell
Pond
On the lush green pond
I stare at the water and ponder
What would life be if
A fish or flower would
I be instead of this human corps
What if I was to
Dive in, would I turn
Or stay the same? Maybe changing would
Be the best option now
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“Looking into an completely alien world” Gun Roswell
Alien world
In to a new alien
World, in your dreams you were hurled
A place so sacred, only
A chosen few, are allowed
To visit, look around, all around, what
Do you find? Be careful!
Look at the highest skies
On to the lowest grounds, try to
Remember what you see and feel
The sights, the sounds, the
Fragrants around you, see, remember, for this
Is once in a life
Time trip, without any return
Rantings Of A Third Kind 