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 Jan 2022 Melissa S
Traveler
I’m opened to listen
to any opposing view.
Funny the things
we believe to be true..

I once believed
in all that can be seen.
I never realised
life was but a dream..

More importantly you!
And all that you lived through.
I’d never underestimate
surviving in the human zoo..
Traveler 🧳 Tim
 Jan 2022 Melissa S
Strying
like my guitar
and your eyes
and the way you looked that night
and the stars in June
in the big Vermont sky
and the way my heart
always shined around yours.
~
 Jan 2022 Melissa S
Marty
Darkness hides the widows song.
As the pines utter a sweet melody.
Burried deep neath the evergreens.
Hold fast the roots of dreams.

Mama cries, a song of songs!
As the world forgets who belongs.
Baby sighs, as the memory dies.
Submerged in a quaint bath of lies.

Oh but the mystery of dark.
Hidden as the devils embark.
Silent screams on deaf ears
As witness bears through the years.

From the darkness the soul creeps
As from the night, hope rings a peep.
Gentle, mumbling words stutter
For the truth will make you shutter.

Pleading words stab the heart.
From the bones tears depart.
Breathless gentle pleas.
Lost in ever deepening seas.

A final word upon rubber knees
Please! please! please!
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