Category: Poems
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Wind
If it is meant for me,It will fly like a bird towards my tree and land on it quietlyIf it not meant for meI will still feel the wind on my branches
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Lock to break
I thought I’d lost the key,but keys are for thosewho still believe in locks. I could shatter this thing—one strike of will,one refusal to stay trappedin the museum of old love. The question isn’t where the key is.It’s whether I’m readyto pick up the hammer. And I get closer…
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