Aniefiok Fred Poems

When the crimson rose has faded
And our day at last is done;
In the forest dark and shaded
Blows the tempest, dims the sun.
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She said that she'd changed
On a journey for her gnosis.
Was this a real spiritual walk?
Or some form of psychoneurosis?
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Do you ever stop and think?
Just reflect on everything that's happened to you
in the last few days.
Months.
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