I wish that I had written you
when I was young and strong and wise
I knew that I would never die
I'd face the world without disguise
...
both are like the falling leaves
a tale that no one ever believes
a passing season and a lover
...
there are so many things I did not say
I may have hinted once or twice
but that is not enough
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Big psychotic eyes and vicious beak,
you convey terror to the lesser species.
Feathers askance like a professor's hair,
...
my sole meek wish was
to be naked as the rain
to be eloquent as the rose
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I cherish early morning,
the lonely time.
To wait and watch the glow,
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if love is a promise in spring
so love may as surely take wing
for springtime must end
though lovers pretend
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I save the bits and pieces of the past
the trinkets and the faded photographs
disheveled like the windblown autumn leaves
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Some are made of arrogance,
and some are made from steel.
Protection is imperative,
so all must raise their shield.
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