“Poetry is all that is worth remembering in life.”
— William Hazlitt
Dissolving Into Love
The silence was deafening
Time only happening
As we stared deep…
Deep into the others soul
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The Maiden of the River
Holding her pale body, caressing her, but a lost cause this was, long before she was mine. It wasn’t what I had just witnessed, but the thoughts ravaging my suffering state, a state so excruciating that I felt nothing
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Hide and Seek
An elementary game, it was ‘hide and seek’
A grown man now, and still just as free
At merry times, out comes the child in thee
I can’t recall though, having it leave
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