Rachelle Paderos Poems

The walking silhouettes, the cry of the unborn, the fear of the fearless, keep knocking on my door.

The silent whisper of the wind, the dolorous sky, The withering flower, The darkest hour.
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Your anticipation rises,
worldly apprehension increases,
spiritual conviction depleted,
Now you're partially defeated.
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The polychromatic walls
The splendid array of food
The smell of roasted coffee
My memoir of thee
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