Poems by silvershoes

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  • Time is slipping from
    my hands, such that...

  • Crawling across the cement then
    spindling from a web of...

  • That was not all they spoke of her
    in rippling recesses of anarchy...

  • We carve curved lines in the sand with
    dead twigs of a sycamore...

  • Maybe I was the ocean, come crashing in,
    and you were the stream, undisturbed on a quiet...

  • It was a decade ago at the bay of youth.
    We ventured to salty waters on stony shores...

  • The exasperated sigh of a father is not like other...
    His disappointment hits me like a jo...