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Anthony J Nacke Jun 2015
The Small Rose blooms in
the Garden. it's smell fills the
nostrils with perfume. it's the
Sunshine. The Butterflies that
gather. Their show of colors that's
God's wonders.

Anthony J. Nacke
This poem isn't finished yet I been slowly adding to this would love someones opinion on it. Thank you.
Anthony J Nacke Jun 2015
The Moment was Frozen in time,
it wants to continue, it never ends.
its friends pulling Knives threatening
my livelihood.

They don't hear the tears
falling upon the dry, brittle leafs,
never see the strain on my face.

Anthony J. Nacke
Something I wrote from going through the most worse time in my life I hope you like this.

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