Yesterday is gone....
Can't walk that path, anymore...
A need to be touched and caressed,
by loving hands, hugged, kissed, adored...
They are slanted.
Enchanted...
A bounteous tree embracing
flowers traced with hues...
When thou dost write, write of everything.
In his vocation Shakespeare was a king...
Please don't read, rate, or comment. This poem is...
Rhythms rhyming quickly...
Book splits open with a tremor of the spine
And the heavy scent of pages well aged overwhelms...
Like all the men
I've ever adored...
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.........e...
A long, dark-wooden ladder leaning against a tree.
I stumble from branch to branch...
Is a dream a lie if it doesn't come true?
Many times we have thought of this...
The Eternal Drifter
An endless road...