Renda Writer Poems

All the flowers
Of all the tomorrows
Are in the seeds of today
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I saw a man
Fishing
Off the side of the pier
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The inner strangeness has cought up with me
It's come out from the inside of me, on purpose
Cause it aspires to reshape me again from the outside
But at the same time conspires to watch me and nothing collide
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I felt the tip of the felt tip
Pen
I feel needs at the same time that I feel an inability
To bring those needs into the picture
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The reasoning
Behind my writing
Is the seasoning
Of life
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If the shoe fits
Wear it

So I'm barefoot
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I balanced on a horse named symmetry
But I didn't know
That he was epileptic
And so goes
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I'm floating
Down the river
Wondering
What the river's made up of
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I'm a butterfly in traffic
A touch of grace
Amidst the haste
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This is a simple rhyme
This word
Then the next
It's simple poem time
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