Laura Putney Poems

Sometimes I think but do not say the lines
That children sing without effort these days
About their triumphs, glory, they fly like birds
But flight stops short and leaves decay ablaze
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And you flash and dance across the sky
a captivating eye,
shine, a sheen
of brilliance
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Deprave me of the salt, the sea
My uptake by waves,
That comforting home,
Won't wash over me.
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