Lance Larsen Poems

I cried myself to sleep last night
at songs come from my past.
They come to me to bring me joy,
But left me sore at last.
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The storm rages all around me.
Its ferocious intensity intrigues me.
As I warily continue my search,
I find myself a part of the storm.
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Pure water from the heavens condenses,
Freezes,
Falls.
A snowflake is born!
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So confused I am on matters of the heart.
How can I touch what I cannot see,
How can I hear what is unheard,
How can I see what is unseen,
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