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 Mar 2020 Richard Frank
Isabella
Colors swirling, whirling, 'til
They stop all movement, frozen, still
But watch the shades mix into grey
Until all life just... fades away
 Mar 2020 Richard Frank
Me
A long
withdrawal now
comes to
its end
and in
a soft but
roaring burst
the Earth
exhales
in peace
and silence
 Mar 2020 Richard Frank
gabby
my arms are tired
because of dancing with the air
your shoulders are invisible
and i can t feel the heat
i just imagine you
your lips. your eyes.
please come!
i can t be anymore
a lonely dancer
ahhh! i just had so many ideas for this but all those feelings put in words some of them just don t sound well
Life flies like a bee
Searching for nectar
Lacks and misses
As life is
Expriences relays more
Life a myth
Prudence the answer.
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For sale...
one bouquet of roses,
never given.
The poem is not about me or a relationship. I came across a photo of a bouquet of roses on the ground and this immediately came to mind.
i want to close my eyes,
pretend everything was fine,
ends up falling asleep and
waking up in another world
where you don't exist
they called her honey
because her soul
was golden
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