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The Gift of Love
Timeworn enveloped songs,
Blistered, ethereal love
Rips the ancient,
Sepulcher of humanity
Mummified red-raw lips
Stifled, shook and cracked
The timeless monotony
Unperturbed for years
Liberating restless spirits
into the sea of tranquility.
Calming the silent rage,
in the dark planet of hatred.
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Foolish Heart
The memory of her
Sweet love and touch
Is like touching
That deep wound
Antiseptic-smelling
Scarred unhealed flesh
Yet always desired
And remembered.
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Wishful Thinking
A rugged discordant breeze
permeated the hot
and humid
April air...
The sound of discontent
pierced the peaceful quite
evening, the senses were jarred
to
awakening.
Fireflies began to shimmer
and dance into the
scent of
the windflowers,
Tired souls yearned
for
Peace.
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