Through burning winter and life's steel hand,
Wander the broken souls that could never take a stand
Under starlit nights with moon kissed faces,
They dream of riches and adventurous places
He was one of them, lost and bent out of shape
Drawing circles in a cage that he could not escape,
Talking to his shadow when nobody listened
And gaping at nature's art as that was all that ever glistened!
He may have taken the easy way out,
The path behind the house that led to the cliff—
Since none of his aims or dreams would ever sprout,
He could make his way to heaven and at least have a whiff
Lo, as he thought of the peace, adventures, and riches
He caught a glimpse of her by the flowers at the ditches.
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A 100 For My Better Half
Poetry"Summer and warmth spilled from her eyes, Breaking my shell like metal on ice, I tried to ignore, yet I couldn't excise- The love in me that she enticed". Praise Frank This is an anthology to and for one who unconsciously opened a gate which was shu...
