Raven Bishop Poems

The moment we met
was everlasting.
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It's like home if you were here.
And there's no hope for the lame.
Even though they suffer a great deal of pain and property.
And do they feel what I'm feeling?
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Woe sorrow is just a trial.
Endless hurricanes and bridges falling.
Who'd remember these times of sad?
People hanging their sorry heads.
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I sigh and lift the covers over my head
the rain pours down outside it stopped
then I wonder to my amazement my surprise
I see a familiar face standing in the doorway
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I open your letter.
I take another glance.
With the expression, I miss you.
You're sure my friend.
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