Monica Smith Poems

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1.
Our Eternity

Eternity's hand grasps the goblet
You hold to your champagne lips
And dares you to drink
It's sweet nectar.
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2.
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The hallways whisper -echoing -repeated
By the walls and windows.
Bleak, macabre snow drowns the trees
Suffocating this world of mine- with
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