My father is roughIn character.The wrinkles on his brow!...Like a canyon,..Deep.He is preciousBeyond measure.
Can the sea be measuredBy a shoreWhere the wave,... might,...Be lulled to sleep?!.....
Continuity
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They gave you artificial flowers Among them!... A division existed. I plucked the queens of beauty And let the withering belong To irritation, to the feeling,... of boredom! Amidst…
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A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
Gratitude
You will not say thank you to me, Just as you do not say thank you to your heartbeats That carve the face of my life. But I will say to you…