Anton Edwards Poems

roads untaken
existence forlorn
memories faded
children unborn
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the story of this fable is a warning
to those thinking life is sweet to treasure.
yet when you wake up, early in the morning,
you see your old age, mirrored in displeasure
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what is it.. about the magic of gliding
the slopes of fantastically reachable clouds
that lessens the burden of life's hidden tidings,
at once, unencumbered by gravity's doubts?
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the lives i lived
the roads I followed
led me to you
oh my Beloved
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