Poems from TedZ

When the clock strikes six a familiar groan is heard, Neigh it be the sound of the morning bird.    The carrier travels in partial light,...
  Where hath the roses of our great Mother gone? For, there art but few left in her grand garden. Hiding and wilting until a hopeful dawn...
He has now come home, Away from work and music, To find her waiting.  
Letters in the sea, All written by the same man, For one girl alone.
  This is all I now can see: The golden hue of future, For it has been taught to me, Without any red suture.   Enter the light and you see...

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