Pete Tine Poems

Tears rain down in a fallible flood.
Turning fertile soil to mud.
Refracting the true contents of hearts.
Winds of doubt whip.
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I awaken from an autumnal nap and shower with the morning dew.
It matters not what day it is, as long as I have you.
November labors to usher in frozen remembrances of joyous times.
It sweats grey skies for its noble efforts, exhaling heavenly chimes.
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I talked with you when everyone said never mind her.
I listened to you when you told me how life had raped your soul.
I cried with you when we connected through the pain and hurt.
I stayed up all night holding you in my arms to keep the demons at bay.
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