Poetry
The Forgotten Comrade
Two comrades in arms, sundered by death. One laid to rest, and the other returned, bereaved and full of health. The fallen comrade, resting at
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Two comrades in arms, sundered by death. One laid to rest, and the other returned, bereaved and full of health. The fallen comrade, resting at
Recklessly I am taking to my new home, Home I have ran away for, for long. Now it seems I am free from that little
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Keeping my daily journal diary short these sweet bird sounds lost- reviews January through March. Joy a dig deep snow on top of my sorrows.
Chirping hummingbirds with wriggling flies, Dancing butterflies to carefree crows, blossoming florets and awaken shrubs, They wonder, they ponder dazed in a maze Where
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I have examined the night sky. Seen appear the moon, stars, and meteors. During winter’s freeze, Orion, lost in Crete, stands tall, his belt tight,
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In the cooling air of the lingering dusk, the flames from the fire-pit clawed higher The steps to the wood-rack, heavy and slow, retrieving
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I tell myself, the moon will rise from darkness. – Mahmoud Darwish Everybody around including near/dear ones, are concerned for your well-being. Unless,
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