Before I discovered my love for creating short stories, I enjoyed writing poetry. I lost my muse for writing poetry long ago, but every once in a while my muse makes a surprise visit. This is my collection of poems.
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The insistent drone of a clock
chanting its mystical rhythm, -
Time fades by like water through our fingers
yet mother Earth's immortal cries of pain -
Deep between the troughs of the mountains, where time fades by like water through my fingers, the majestic scenery envelopes the mind in a
