Love Grows.
She waits for me
Under her tree of love
Is it apple, beech or stinging?
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A Warning.
A free fish swims
clear cool water slips past
once blunt blades- no longer
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The Lone Trapper.
Lost in non confidence
Found in futility
Who would hunt with me
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Father.
A child so brilliant
She could not be mine surely
Her mother smiles
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In Mourning.
They are all dying
People of my life
Obituaries gaining readers
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The Afterlife
God and Ganesh chatter waiting
Come to us my son-yes but
I am still learning a stairway to heaven
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Pieced with hidden mystery yet thought provoking. Particular stand out for me: - They are all dying People of my life Obituaries gaining readers Let the ducks sing. Thank you