Poems from smitk3602

There are A thousand sentences Running through my mind, Painting strokes Of scenery And still I cannot find A single phoneme That best...
Monday I walk into the shine, Admire buds with Beauty fine, And thorns that Kiss With subtle prick, And stems That by the day Grow thick--...
I drove through shaded green canopies To the boundary of land and water, And as I tiptoed across crumbled rock Careful Not to fill my shoes...
You always linger After you leave, Like coffee stains on paper It's only heart that stands so still But hands and voice still waiver. I'm...
I want the shoreline, the foamy white waves colliding into rock like soldiers sparring in battle; the horizon brushed with soft strokes of...

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