[caption id="attachment_6678" align="aligncenter" width="392"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [Friendship][/caption]Holding hands across the sea Friends are what we wish to be I feel your heart I know your soul Yes, in life we...
[caption id="attachment_6666" align="aligncenter" width="399"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [Valor][/caption] In one of my very loose wanderings I crawled into what I felt was my past Through the forbidden path of lust I mended...
[caption id="attachment_6665" align="aligncenter" width="381"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [Penance][/caption]To every soul I have seeded a kiss And every rust left on your lips To lust burnt in childish feat Forgive I plead To...
[caption id="attachment_6659" align="aligncenter" width="385"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [Blood On The Moon][/caption] The river Overflows Not with water From yesterday's rain But with blood Innocent blood There is blood Everywhere Here, there And...
[caption id="attachment_6632" align="aligncenter" width="335"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [Still Birthday][/caption]You were the desirous Prayer answered in moment Of serendipitous discovery The miracle that came alive Day by day In joyous fluttering Here and...
[caption id="attachment_6628" align="aligncenter" width="379"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [A Mug Of Espresso][/caption]In pricking silence, I cogitate; A mug of espresso to oppress my gut, Encapsulated hot, in my palm. From threshold to denouement,...
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