“… we don’t even know …”
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A Love conscripted or Words on Nuptials for Nick
“…. a love conscripted …”
Of bridges and waterfalls
“… where haughty souls…”
The Forest
“… of truth …”
On the faux confines
“… of the Book …”
Poem for Son – on another rotation around the Sun
That flawed soulin the formof me –redeemedby the manifestation of the good of youthat wouldechowith the concussiveforce ofthe ethereala love gifted –son. Copyright © 2021 ShunPwrites. All Rights Reserved.
Of piers and waters
“… to float …”
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