Old hearts long enter twined
relax and share their evening wine
laugh and reminisce about younger days.
Kids all grown, well on their way,
...
Displaced as a refugee from a disaster,
he sits peacefully over morning coffee
and ponders a new life
he no longer has to plan for;
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Sunken hopes and
Broken dreams
Lie at the bottom of
Of a dark sea
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Some things are kept forever
cherished and tucked away in the attic of memory
protected as dearest heirlooms from spoilage of time.
Fireflies on a hot summer's eve
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With tiny little hands,
barely able to grab ‘round the knob,
she stretches and tippy toes with all her height;
finally succeeding in opening the door
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N one of us are who we think we are.
O nly those sheeple who follow blindly
N ecessitate great introspection, cruel judgement.
E veryone is on equal ground.
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It was a crisp, bright sunny day;
The neighborhood was alive
With children’s laughter.
Signs of springtime were everywhere;
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He’s off somewhere now
In his own little world
As the sounds of his guitar
Drift in from another room.
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