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Poetry
This section shows some of my poetry, even in my own hand.
Finally (for now) because, as you'll see, ideas are sketched in pencil.. Is art really ever done?
Or do we just run out of time..
bats
Tread Warily
Walks About
Probably Me..
Probably Me
Rapture Delight
Dropping the Shackles of Time
When we're born into eternity -
Will your branch
Thrive in The Light?
Use your chance
To avoid your plight:
Fruit burned in the bright -
Just choose to do right
This very night
In angels sight,
Before morning light.
Soar above height -
Aliens in flight!
Now dressed in white!
Escaping dead blight,
Eyes open tight.
Beholding God's might!
Not yet. Not quite.
Rapture Delight.
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