Tag: Fiction
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The Quiet Tide
Some mornings, even sunlight feels too far; Her thoughts crowd close, a restless, tangled jar.
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The Restless Fool
Now evening falls gently on streets that he knows, And time, like a river, continues and flows.
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Two Moons, One Love
Beneath the first full moon, I looked up through the night,And wished that you were here to share its silver light.Though we may be apart, and distance bends the tune,My heart still found your heartbeat underneath that moon. The second night rose softly, with stars in quiet flight,Its glow became a promise that love could…
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What Happened to Frank?
Frank, where did all your poetry go?It vanished like socks in the laundry below.Your sonnets once sparkled, your couplets could sing—Now dust gathers thick on your favorite ink thing. Why did you stop writing? Did inspiration flee?Did it catch the last train to Cincinna… ti?Did your rhymes get distracted by pancakes and pie,Or retire for…
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Autumn
Every leaf that hits the ground is a memory of you, and the scent of woodsmoke, crisp and gray, reminds me how you slipped away.
