Poems by M. Rene'

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  • It always was mid-spring
    or late summer when we would...

  • There are things that cannot be
    put into poems or words of beauty...

  • There's too much aching and breaking in this world
    too many of us are made of porcelain and glass...

  • You wake to more than sunlight and compassion -
    there is more to the routine than just a pattern...

  • Orange juice waits on the counter
    I should drink it - it's good for me...

  • There's something to be said for
    all the stories we write together...

  • My dear, darling painter,
    You mix colors and...

  • The world has always been
    something birthed of madness...

  • You - you left me with a love
    for a color I'd never seen before...

  • Somehow I seem to only find myself
    living here in the Aprils of my youth...

  • Every time I sit down to write
    he lights a candle - saying that...

  • supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
    that's how it feels to be...