Chris Bradshaw Poems

Your voice is the best music
I've ever heard
I could listen for hours
And not hear a word
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The snowfall tonight
Is surpassing beautiful
Like a lover's confession
Carried gently on the the wind
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Sing me a song
About the way Autumn smells
After a scorching summer
When the clouds are as gray
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I found a little diamond
In the gutter, out walking
Shining bright in it's squalor
Proud and indifferent
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Some go out for family
Others seeking fame
But what I'm running after
Flows on without a name
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I found you on the forest path
Sitting quietly by a stream
And when I asked for wise direction
You spoke words as from a dream:
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To pay his way
Some people say
A man must be
Not one, but three
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Your name is written down here
On this broken piece of wood
I carved it out in silence
To hold you longer than I should
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It wasn't the way we met
Though I remember it well
Spring nights like velvet
And your voice, wine colored
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I knew I understood
When words lost their meaning
And symbols fell silent
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