LVI

Posted on December 23, 2016 by alan1704

Stone that asks

Benches bear their load

Distant cry

Nearby eyes

Torn paper drifts to the ground

Listen to life’s word.

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Thank you for reading my poems. Please don't feel you have to comment. I enjoyed writing them, I hope you enjoyed reading them, Be blessed.

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