Anthony Dover Biography

One day I will forget her,
In my head for many a long year,
Just when I have a bright idea,
Of how to get out of here.
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I have become waterfall,
Flowing over edge,
Man at work in darkened room,
Cloud dispersing raindrops,
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The gentle voice,
The mother's choice,
The garden of healing,
The better feeling.
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A flutterby went by,
Its wings stretched to eternity,
It settled on a buddhlia,
And I listened not to a scream,
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Intertwined and divine,
The roots grow,
Supporting each other,
Through each tide.
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