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 Apr 2016 Linni Krieg
kendra
I think of you
quite often.
You mess me
up sometimes.
But when it comes
down to it,
I wouldn't want it
any other way.
 Apr 2016 Linni Krieg
XIII
I write poems
that are dedicated
to people
who will never read it.
..or appreciate it.
The spring, my dear,
Is no longer spring.
Does the blackbird sing
What he sang last year?
Are the skies the old
Immemorial blue?
Or am I, or are you,
Grown cold?

Though life be change,
It is hard to bear
When the old sweet air
Sounds forced and strange.
To be out of tune,
Plain You and I . . .
It were better to die,
And soon!
 Apr 2016 Linni Krieg
-
Everything
I felt,

You did not
we are old buildings
covered in the scent
of abandonment
but once we were loved
and someone cared enough
not to let the dust settle
©rainecooper
On the beach,
Where the sand tickles our feet.
On the mountaintops,
Where the clouds are in our reach.

In the meadows,
Looking into your eyes, while laying on the grass.
On a roller coaster,
Holding hands, while we scream and laugh.

In another country,
Where we could adventure and sightsee.
On a hill,
Cuddling each other, as happy as can be.

In a cave,
Searching for what lies within.
Next to a river,
Where our journey begins.

Under a waterfall,
Soaking wet.
In the place,
Where we first met.

In your arms,
Where its nice and warm.
In our hearts,
Where we'll always, weather the storm

Anywhere,
I shall go with you.
Everywhere,
Just me and you.
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