A Kindred Love Poem by Michael Gale

A Kindred Love



Kindred spirit...
Best, when near it.
Near the closest hand...
Sounds heard loudest bland.

Never near heart and soul...
Emotions of love lost as whole.
How can love be blind? ...
Leaving Me, scoreless and behind?

Behind the eight ball of love and hate...
Hath Me angriest than Thou, irate!

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Michael Gale

Michael Gale

Chicago Illinois/Oklahoma City.
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