More verse...gaspFrom the depths of my soul comes calling
An ancient cry, a longing
To be one with this world I hold so dear
To find the one whose path I share
To connect things old with things new
To broaden my horizon
To see oceans clear and blue
For many years I have thought
Ive dreamed and hoped and wanted
To be a good person, Ive been taught
I must seek the good inside me
Yet I always succumb to gnawing doubt
My fear gets the best of me
I weep inside during said times
I fear love wont find me
For I am happy, this is true
I smile and laugh and tease
But for every passion I hold close
None is a man I see
Men are as dolphins, powerful and swift
They flee from the tide and play games
And every time I meet one at last
He frolicks briefly then swims away
Just once I begin to speak
Men flee or cower or scoff
I am intelligentis this why?
Or is it my souls call theyre unsure of?
My call is loud and bold and true
Yet no man answers me still
Perhaps no man ever will
She writes verse..oh noesGive me a man with a love of bones
Of time and the earth and the sea
Give me a man with a heart of gold
Where kindness treads, there he be
Give me a man who is smart beyond words
So at night I wont ponder alone
Give me a man who tells intricate yarns
To keep up with my own
Give me a man who despises despair
Who wipes away my every tear
Give me a man who laughs aloud
For his smile is gentle and never too proud
Give me a man whose eyes are sweet
If only to match my own gaze
Give me a man to cuddle and hold
To keep for the rest of my days
Yet men are not given, nor easily sought
They come when and where they will
But with my own luck
Perhaps one will be mine yet still
Time's SpiralTimes Spiral
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Monk Gyatso stood at the edge of the temple. The air was soft and warm that spring day, full of positive energy, the kind the air nomads thrived off of. He turned, after watching the sunrise, and sat in his garden, listening to the waterfalls and the wind through the well-tended trees. Lemurs swooped and scurried, bison chewed the earth. It was a glorious day.
The swooping of two gliders interrupted Monk Gyatsos meditation.
A man and woman advanced toward the garden, hands clasped. The woman held a newborn baby in her other arm.
Monk Gyatso did not open his eyes to see who it was. He didnt have to.
Ah, young airbenders Sariah and Kai. What can I do to help you today? the aged monk replied in their presence.
The young woman, Sariah, held her newborn with pride. She looked down at him with beautiful blue-green eyes, felt the tears fill them as she spoke.
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Iroh sat in his cell, cold and alone. He watched his final meal of the evening slip under the door slot. He didnt move.
Arent you hungry, Iroh? asked a guard, masked and tall, menacing in appearance yet kind in nature.
Iroh was silent.
I know you wouldve wanted some tea, sir, but we ran out this morning. Ba Sing Se has really been struggling to produce it since...well, since weve held you prisoner.
Iroh did not move toward the food. He gulped in air through his nose. A powerful blast of flame heated the bowl so much that it exploded, its shards ricocheting in his cell. The guard ducked to avoid the shrapnel. He turned and left.
Have it your way, Dragon of the West.
Iroh sat, saddened. He picked up a burned shard in his fingers. It had mother of pearl on it, shimmering in the dark
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Aang looked into the night sky above him and sighed.
How long had he been gone? Katara would probably box his ear again for taking off, but he didnt care. He wanted to be home again, to see Monk Gyatsu. He wanted to feed the bison and watch the sunrise, to feel the warm air on his face, to see the lemurs scurry in dawns light.
He felt his beads, prayed to each empty temple. He sighed again.
Appa lay beneath him, a mass of wet fur and warmth. Each inhale of the bisons matched Aangs perfectly. Each exhale did, too. Silent, strong, powerfulas the wind.
Aang rolled onto his belly, caressing the beasts fur mindlessly. He wished he could run his hands into Kataras hair like thatgently, kindly. He blushed. Oh, Katara, he thought, if you only knew how much I really love you...how