Sean Izik Poems

The seed has been planted,
love just might have a resting place finally.
Nourish the seed, water the soil,
I cant wait to see the first sprout of love.
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Poetry
The definition
Of
An illusion,
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Stuck in my head, battered by pain,
shackled to my fears, disoriented,
I needless say.
Strewn flat, stripped bare,
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Where the wave crashes
with the palm tall.
Where the water splashes
and the wave walls fall.
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