I have been writing since I was able to write and comprehend. Poetry is my diary, my journal and my release. I love to act on paper, put myself into certain situations and write about it. I enjoy reading poetry as much as I do writing it. I love nature. I will write about anything that comes to mind. I believe like space our imagination is infinite.
Puffs of light gray
Loom in the air above
Heavy with their burdens
Unable no more
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With destitution and solitude
Lost souls seeming
To wander aimlessly
Hunger the largest thing
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Old man winter has his sleeves rolled up
As he bursts through the Gateway Arch
Knocking over patio tables
And hats off peoples' heads
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We all wear masks in some shape or form
Some of us have different masks
For different occasions
I am not sure if I know who you are
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Cerulean light powerfully evident
Sucks from the bosom of the wind
Giving birth and paling
Producing a newborn sun
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