Autumn

@aehrhard



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aehrhard
aehrhard
Autumn . 4 years ago
Prelude to New Energy Weak and hard and wired My diet of energy Press and push and cry Overwhelmed monotony
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Autumn . 4 years ago
Treasure People
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aehrhard
Autumn . 4 years ago
Forever Rusted Beauty
A Short reflection on the beauty of long term love.
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aehrhard
Autumn . 4 years ago
A Sensitive Poem
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aehrhard
Autumn . 4 years ago
Wasting Family Love
The importance of family
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aehrhard
Autumn . 4 years ago
Girlhood
A poem about bonding in feminine peace.Tried again. Realizing that communion of the human spirit is the most beautiful bond.
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aehrhard
aehrhard
Autumn . 4 years ago
Been Given
This is another Freedom Rider song. Deep and emotional.
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aehrhard
Autumn . 4 years ago
A red ripe kiss A brilliant swirl They love to tango And when the night Is at its height They slip away The perfect mango
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aehrhard
aehrhard
Autumn . 4 years ago
Passages plot themselves on maps To get your somewhere.
Thinking about how we search for meaning in past relics, yet the life that made the vessel, still is formless
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aehrhard
aehrhard
Autumn . 4 years ago
Bubble
Dreams again. These are lyrics to a song named Bubble. I will share the link on my Facebook page
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aehrhard
aehrhard
Autumn . 4 years ago
Poet leaps and falls, for what is more false than a poor word to speak of the joy of love's spiritual connection.
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aehrhard
Autumn . 4 years ago
3: The limey you stared back A necessity of my need to not see myself I transposed your image--against my face. and as I curled the frayed edges of your brilliance Into my own photograph
These are daily poem's from a small notebook I kept in my purse. About a decade ago, where I had a hard time not comparing myself to another artist.
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aehrhard
aehrhard
Autumn . 4 years ago
A bad dream will protrude in the new light And the first conscious breathe will lapse, Until the warm air of morning kills the night.
The dreams that linger. The scary, weird ones.
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aehrhard
aehrhard
Autumn . 4 years ago
And when the wind blows In the flow of constant love I’m telling you to feel in the night
This is the beginning of a song. The flow of constant love intrigues my soul.
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