Benjamin Wampler Poems

Love is the rosé of the human nature.
Neither kind nor cruel
It's looks allure the tender soul,
Yet when touched its thorns bury into the hand.
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The orchard, hidden Among trees graceful in their standing,
lacked not its own marked beauty;
its every inch covered in a light shadow that drew out the hews of its roses.
shadows cast by the graceful guards that stood around it,
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Memories:
the odes of life
the last throes
belonging to the human mind.
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