Poems from richardwr

May 25, 2019   I cast my gaze upon the cool, crisp glass I see a glimpse, the glimmer, the shadow, a horror A face, my own, familiar, but...
thereisnolonelinessquiteascoldasthesilencewhichyouwerenotexpecting
My beloved is on the moon. We go there every night so that we can look into each other's eyes. When I am not there, she is there--a near...
her
I tell myself that I do not want her—to know her, to feel her, to be near to her. But how can I make myself believe? What can silence the...
No matter how bright the sun,  No matter how dark the night,  No matter how grey the clouds,  No matter how far the light,  I will always...

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