Poems On Medium
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Souls defined by change meet again in paradise, Flawed, lonely wind sails inside empty, open wounds. Fragile spring, early sacrifice, Bent skies hold shadows. Another sound, an empty vessel, A clueless face, a broken rebel, A wasted voice, a choice of words, Sand like honey in layers of cake. Sweet bite, sour aftertaste, Lips that
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Poetry in motion is just a potion, A notion of love without emotion, An explosion of words that cause erosion. So many parts of me, they turn to symphonies, Abilities that I never dreamed to have. Half of my memories were lost, Never to be found. Sold heaven for a pound, Now I can go
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In quiet corners where time stands still, A sanctuary whispers through shadows. Dreams once vibrant, now softly glow, A child’s laughter, in twilight’s hold. A bike ride through the campo green, Under starry skies, where hopes convene. Grandparents’ home, a haven pure, Joyful echoes, hearts secure. Family ties that slowly frayed, As loved ones sought
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Frozen, waiting for the heat, Beating heart guards souvenirs. Simple-minded addictions, A judge waiting for conviction. Through the looking glass, Passing through, looking, In the mirror reflected On the surface of the water. Giant walls but thin — One knock and they break. Certain mysteries abound, A mountain of sound. Attentive stranger Walks in, Awake in
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