Poems from Monsieur

A J C Whose writings are these? I think I know now Careful she’s taken though What a shame I miss those gorgeous eyes in snow   My mind...
On a Thursday as my usual routine went Something different happened I met someone and Undesirably my heart rejoiced When I was living but...
The bird of death it comes so quickly like as hawk swooping down for a morning meal It appears and disappears from the evil skies of the...
Whom are we waiting for? Whom are we waiting for? For John we are waiting for?   He has traveled on a journey To a land of limited return...
Life is a camera, That has a negative and a positive, From darkness light emerges, Yielding a beautiful picture.   Life is an ocean, Whose...

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