Just an old man on the beach
staring out into the waves...

Roses bearing thorns
alluring despite the risks...

Bold young crepe myrtle
smooth bark with limbs that reach up...

God does not love him anymore:
he carries his satchel on a shoulder strap...

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For me, an orange is a shared fruit...

Love is a prime of clashin':
constantly changing expectations...

"If we conquer this mountain then we conquer...
Once I groveled...

Maturity test:
you cease to identify...

I lay in bed preparing
for the looming long chill...

A rose grows before
an Aztec calendar...

There is great wealth
in religion...

The bird 'scapes her cage to wing,
To shout in the light of Spring...