Doris Cornago Poems

Should there be no sun, when tomorrow is gone
Should we fall down, voices drown our own
Visions blur, murmurs confuse, threaten
Knees bleed in pleading, thinking
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Before
Not knowing
You, how could
I know the depths
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Fruits hang heavily on branches
Harvest honed humanoid cloned
Humans away on translocation
Bats bicker for the brunch
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Day
Comes
Cold, chilling
Me to the bones
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Life
Starts at
Early Six am
Ends sometime
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As
Strong
Winds blow
Across window
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Never
Will be enough
All the fancy towers
From my window across
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Tough is when you need to walk the road alone
People ask you questions, answers contested
Resolved not to depend on anyone but self
Independent of others diminutive views
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Fleeing darkness from enclosing
Fitted spool on spool threading
Rush to fix the net maddening
Not just my daily usual fling
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Sharing a pizza is fine but having yours alone is a dream
Big or small appetites are suitable for one bite more
A lot of our complaints are settled with a stream
Delectables chosen from a menu, a scream
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