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https://ipfs.io/ipfs/QmeVPMRjo43Amct9o7zCqsJvx831nWy1cQnsXhr3PdRqEz/03_pine_lake.jsonPine LakePine Lake;;; There is a hidden lake; Behind a stand of beech trees; Where herons stately stilt-walk; Upon the sandy shore,;; Where blue tailed lizards laze about; On top of sunbaked boulders;; And fireflies light up the night,; As they gleam about in scores;; That's where I began to realize; Just how deep your heart can reach, love;; Like the depths of sun-glint waters; Endless fathoms to explore;;; Artemis WyldeArtemis Wylde
https://ipfs.io/ipfs/QmeVPMRjo43Amct9o7zCqsJvx831nWy1cQnsXhr3PdRqEz/04_flow_of_time_.jsonFlow Of TimeFlow of Time; Season comes and season goes; I’ve been here yet no one knows; Just like water the time flows; One day it will spill and overflow;Quill drop
https://ipfs.io/ipfs/QmeVPMRjo43Amct9o7zCqsJvx831nWy1cQnsXhr3PdRqEz/03_a_word_per_heartbeat.jsonA Word Per HeartbeatA Word Per Heartbeat;;; What happens when my soul runs out; Of words to spill on paper?; Will that be the day that this heart; Beats its final pulse?; Or, perhaps it is the heart song that will; Cease before the word play; It will beat its final cadence; As a poem swirls through my mind; But I like to sit and think that; I’ve got a word per heartbeat; Swimming in my bloodstream; They’ll ebb and flicker softly; Then blink out at the same time;;; Artemis Wylde Artemis Wylde