By: Denny E. Marshall Loneliness is a gene All are born with Evolutions of time Will not detach At times lays dormant Hidden in helix The long spiral strands Are always present Atoms […]
Poem: At Times
Poem: Strangers
By: Patrick P. Stafford Something there is that holds the anxious heart in check, That offers only to the eyes the total essence of you, Shows in the hair and face, in the […]
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