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Three Forgotten Poems On Life

Three more forgotten poems to share from 2000 – 2005. Please let me know if you enjoy these and which ones you enjoy most and if you have any interesting interpretations.


Black And White

Life is not in Black and White
Just many shades of Grey
Seasons change with every sun
Life is just that way


A Cold Sunday Morning

Lofty fellow in lofty bed
He slept so well, himself, he said
Then looking back beneath the sheets
His body remained; he claimed, “it cheats.”


Nature

The most beautiful sound
Rustle of leaves
Blue sky above
Twitter of birds;
Behold all one ever needs


Thank you for taking the time to read these today! Have you ever found any of your old writing? What did you think of it? What do you think of this one? I’d love to hear in the comments!

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