robyn selters

I see your face
Chiselled pure
Studious refined
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every way we turn
we want to do our thing

we balk at yielding
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alone is familiar
though humans abound
clouds remain
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humble
is the one
who sees the dawn
with all its
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sage
humble
is the one
who sees the dawn
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Man assuming dominance
I’m not your oilstone
For sharpening skills
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Repercussions of a path
Careless with our ways

Choices made
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Can the sun
be contained
in a smile?
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what is not owned
faced squarely now

will strike one night
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Acceptance…

what emerges
resigned gasp
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maiden do you love me still

since I laid you on the hill
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I remember as if
'twas yesterday
a happy time
spontaneous play
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When your head’s
like Niagara Falls
Pounding, crashing
mindless roar
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I sat and looked and thought some more
as at a glassy pond
Where surface blinds a cursory stare
defying what’s beyond
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fear is like the wind
chills the countenance
yet not really there
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His words sting
echoing through corridors
darkened by hate
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tender child
respect her flame
or burnt cinders
on scarred soul remain
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power’s thrill evaporates
outwitted skilfully
by captive mind’s
sudden revolt
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