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 Nov 2020 Jen
Stephen E Yocum
I was once a Wolf and
ran free in the woods,
Now I'm a tired old dog
that hides in the barn.
Such is the way of aging
and change.
Knowing one's place
Is a necessary perspective.
And the barn provides a
sense of serenity not always
found in the woods.
 Nov 2020 Jen
guy scutellaro
build my gallows
build my gallows high

blood moon, fire red
no gentle breeze
not a flower in your bed

the echo of rocks
from your fingertips
a roll of the dice
in your eyes

no flowers or the sun
a roll of the dice
and i'm gonna run

build my gallows high
with long fallen trees
in ragged, wind blown skies

build my gallows high
 Nov 2020 Jen
Seema
Existence
 Nov 2020 Jen
Seema
My shadow, sheaths the sorrow
That breaths in my veins
Who knows, if I'll see tomorrow
With these unbearable pains
I am sure, my life is temporary
Now that,
It's all true...
The tears that shed now
Had waited for a century
You don't have to feel sorry
As I was the one to love you
Just bury me, there
Where no one knew,
That I ever existed
To forever love you...


©Seema Sen, 2020
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