my faithful friend
Though the poems of the past seem to lack clarity of what I am I know what I am and there’s no doubt about that But I need to be cunning like the prowling cat A predator of the night, stalking...
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These are colors of the winter that I am seeing now Painted with greys and whites the pictures to my tale A tale of winter harsh and cold, of a time that’s best forgot Of a time when I discovered, a...
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