Gero Lorna Poems

It was not a message
left from someone for me
or a phone number that I've
been meaning to call.
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I present to you a woman
who wishes she were not
judged by the color of her
skin and the clothes she wears.
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Images of the past appear once again
I press the heal of my hands over my eyes,
these images I want to dim.
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From a distance you recognize a face
that triggered an unforgettable
feeling.
A shadow of forever ago has
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I took my dad's car today to visit some
of my friends before I leave this community
for good.
So many things I remember on the way. My
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You're standing there in front of
my classroom window.
I remember seeing you two weeks
ago, full of beautifully colored leaves.
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A sweet fragrance
sends your mind to a place it's never
been before, making you feel incredibly
overwhelmed with its beautiful scenery.
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The marching of many, our soldiers.
We salute you.
Gunfire is heard, hero's are formed.
We applaud you.
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Poetry, is it a depiction of what our lives should consist
of in terms of love, happiness, freedom, acceptance and
other forms of human expectations or is it what we make
our lives, the decisions we've made, the choices we explore?
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The once still leaves
have been disturbed by
a gentle wind.
Clouds hover thickly in
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