Inside everything we know
there is always an undertow
pulling us under and under
not disclosing the plunder
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Love is like a beautiful flower
Colour is there while the sun shines
At night it continues to flourish
As long as it's watered.
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Have been unwell for sometime. Now, I'm much better, feeling like writing again.
Chaos Upon Chaos
Inside everything we know
there is always an undertow
pulling us under and under
not disclosing the plunder
that mankind has put asunder
creating chaos upon chaos.
Thank you Chris for visiting my page and commenting on my poem - Squirrel so adorable.