anthony john Poems

the night grows cold
in the darkest light
the wicked grow bold
the pure give in without a fight
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you were an oasis in the desert, a beautiful escape
we felt this connection, it could only be fate
a cool drink of water, a refreshing glimpse
into the life i could have, into the life i would only miss
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the sun in the sky, the moon at night
never to be together, forever apart
what cruel fate, befell these two?
that they should remain forsaken, never in one another's view?
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