Dean Bradford Poems

Our hearts keep on talkin.
Wispering there desires.
Hungry for love and affection.
Yet we´re surrounded by liers.
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Apples can be sweet
Apples can be sour
But in the spring they blossom with a white pale flower.
Apples can taste so fresh from thy first crunch!
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living in a shadowed world.
wrapped in a wall of light.
Imitation by hands.
Imitated by shadowed sight.
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Rivers that slivers along straights and rounds.
Swirling the rocks and ambient sounds.
Swirling the rock and reeds that sway.
Through the night until the growing day.
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I see you There waiting at the bottom of the stairs
you waiting patiently wondering is there a man out There.
Waiting for the man to take your hand.
And take you upto a promised Land.
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