Poems from ADracaena

When I wrote this… I believed something was amiss; No matter how long or hard I wrote and thought and revised The words felt empty, Worn...
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The path I shall walk may be old, controlled. But the worn threshold I behold has foretold: The worth of the thousands of steps I’m to take...
Everyone dressed in finery, Feeling carefree, so blind, with glee! Why shall we do when we can just be? We shall dance and laugh and play,...
These words— On the tip of my tongue They slide off Fly off into the sun   And no one No one ever can come Between me and Who I see In the...
under the sober sky neither are dry. though nearby a far cry.  C    R         R    A        B    A    S         O    R      Y   sigh...

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