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The Chosen One beloved by all appears with open hands - On the Anniversary Of Death, against the midnight blue. Such a simple magic lantern show! It’s designer is a twisted mind. Thousands come on bended knee, But by the numbers – Is it true? The merchant comes with gold and silver - “Here is… Continue reading “Is It True?” – Poetry
In fear I tremble – dark of night - The racing terrors holding sway - Disturbed by images bold and bright - Cowering, praying for light of day. A friend I have, far off in space - A palace of moon beams and feathers abounds. Mind frozen still – words hastily vanish - Emptiness. Panic… Continue reading “Dear Friend” – Poetry
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