K. Jared Hosein Biography

I've waited for a fish that did not bite
And for a little wind that couldn't fly my kite.
I've waited for mail that never arrived
And for fruit of a crop that never thrived.
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It had been a long passing away.
A death that crackles the hardest stone,
He sank into the bed of this bay,
A death silent and alone.
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A kiss down by the riverside,
When the waterspouts
Comes to life
And across the evergreen glide.
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Near this quieting shore,
You left me sore,
Sitting in this restless tomb,
Now I lie on the floor,
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My darling,
Did you ever wake up in the morning
To find the sun's eyes right on you,
So you could bury your face
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