vince gullaci Poems

Mine
Is always
A little poem
At the bottom
...

Put it
To rest
Quiet
My troubled mind
...

The heart
On his sleeve
And the tears of joy
For others
...

The ancient dowager
In her chair
Only her eyes
Were awake
...

The magician's
sleight of hand
deceived my eye
into helping me
...

The heart
doesn't miss
a beat
the lies put the detector
...

No telling
what lies
I wouldn't spin
if it came
...

As I write
the poems
I would seed drop
the clouds
...

And then
when you're locked
in someone's dream
there's no escape
...

Yes
I know
for selfish
reasons
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