Kenneth Lamb Poems

The Crow caws,
For this is law,
like a mother blue jay,
she watches her children play,
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as our final words come to a close
this rose will show us our close propose
as you dispose of my rose
you then transpose
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These wounds will heal,
These memories begin to fade,
Night turns to day,
This morning is the same,
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I walk alone,
never awake,
never alive,
never asleep,
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the skies burn red,
the oceans turn gray,
as the tears fade to black,
the locomotion of may,
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we are broken,
we cannot heal,
this broken heart,
our love is foreseen in a different perspective,
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