Abstract

The hand of God may never write the poetry of man’s mind.

Yes, we are superior.

The child...

Riding sunbeams high past the swell of an abundant set
I paddle out .. again and again.. I waited...

Bustling in a castle on a cloud ,

Sculpted it to dismantle in love.

Unbounded affection...

Once I saw a butterfly a free and beautiful butterfly.
Then I caught the butterfly and kept it for...

The poem that doesn’t rhyme (or just a outburst)

This is a standard poem that doesn’t rhyme...

Trip the light fantastic, with the nimble dancers,

and players, on the stage of life..

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