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Chess Board Cafe

On his chest he draws The years passed In form, uniform, hours counted He enters the chess board cafe His regular table and buddies Are waiting for his arrival In the air there is laughter And the smell of a … Continue reading

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Wall map

Thousands of lines Run through the fabric Covering a plain wall Plain with no ceilings The lines are blurred and Coloured Borders remain Strong reminder of Divide invented Strangers of the same Yet Beautifully ornamented Thousands of lines Run through … Continue reading

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Returning

Another tour A successful tour Completed The cheering crowd The stressful smiles Worked through me A trench To ditch my soul Wrecked A long road Returning Home Another tour Another goal Career is flourishing On the road But all my … Continue reading

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Long Silent

Long silent I have been silent for long Contemplating Pretending Pretending to contemplate Time Time unmeasured remains in my Soul Silent Long silent Face Appears Appears on the surface of my Conscious Conscious? Am I? For how long? I have … Continue reading

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Letters

There are letters in the post There are letters unopened There are letters unread Then there are your letters, a coast For my wrecked ships, a rescue From my wicked heart, a memory Of your beautiful face and soft touch … Continue reading

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Perfect week

Perfect week That’s the week I met you Perfect week That’s the week You smiled at me Perfect week That’s the week We kissed First time of many Perfect week That’s the week You told me You loved me Perfect … Continue reading

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Stop

You have grieved enough Hang the fox’s tails And the rabbits to dry It is your last season Of hunting Pain! Stop Your time to ride The horizon to unknown Is now So prepare It is your last season Of … Continue reading

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