SHAI CHERRY Poems

November
of old tunes
to mask places
of pity
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The lost thrill
of my thoughts
wrapped inside the little coat
I have lost my path
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Through sleepy land
and time wasted
be drunk
but remain calm
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I once knew a woman
known as lady Godiva
she was in search of Cinderella
on a winter night
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A noted traveler
writes a letter to a friend
in a summer afternoon
just to be given
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Program of a portrait
of how the singer
shall cross paths
with the drowned man
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Midsummer afternoon
of all things broken
right at your door
I guess It's a guy thing
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Trying to bend the truth
as days go by
judging me as an insane criminal
just as i take the leap from my suicide
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How shall I begin
on this shining path
where i must hold on
to the blue clouds in the sky
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The message is
a warriors call
that lies a thousand miles away
it's about having words
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