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Edward Mccormick Poem
A beautiful heart pines from afar.
To parallel freedom, we choose our master.
In Love, the Dragon and Unicorn are!
Celestial winged heart beats faster,
Over mountain and ocean meet polar eyes.
To parallel freedom, we choose our master.
Embarking from sun brewed and moonshine skies
Two alien races, in war, collide.
Over mountain and ocean meet polar eyes.
All brothers' swords raise, marching with pride.
Sisters of heaven let feathers fly.
Two alien races, in war, collide.
The angered clouds rain blood from the sky.
A new path finally found.
Sisters of heaven let feathers fly.
Brothers' swords low now to the ground.
A beautiful heart pines from afar.
A new path finally found.
In Love, the Dragon and Unicorn are!
In universe
Out bound energy
Where are we when we die?
Copyright © Edward Mccormick | Year Posted 2013
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Edward Mccormick Poem
I do not love for love,
Nor will I hate for hate.
Cannot, I, feel for you,
To just reciprocate.
Unflattering as is,
Unempathetic me,
An honest truth still is
Most complimentary.
Copyright © Edward Mccormick | Year Posted 2011
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Edward Mccormick Poem
together, we are
crafted, in loving embrace
a dazzling undress!
Copyright © Edward Mccormick | Year Posted 2012
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Edward Mccormick Poem
a kiss of sunshine
pouty crimson horizon
cock-a-doodle-doo
Copyright © Edward Mccormick | Year Posted 2013
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Edward Mccormick Poem
passive high sun shade
flawless predatory eyes
a happy hour dive!
Copyright © Edward Mccormick | Year Posted 2011
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Edward Mccormick Poem
choice color,
artist!
the rainbow
chose me...
Copyright © Edward Mccormick | Year Posted 2011
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Edward Mccormick Poem
sunrise medium
painted sky artist canvas
welcome child to life
Copyright © Edward Mccormick | Year Posted 2011
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Edward Mccormick Poem
deeply, the last rose
inhales for a final breath
farewell her perfume
Copyright © Edward Mccormick | Year Posted 2011
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Edward Mccormick Poem
beasts preparing seek...
delicious nuts, hibernates
sleep surrenders chill
Copyright © Edward Mccormick | Year Posted 2011
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Edward Mccormick Poem
There once was a joy to behold,
A glorious pile of gold,
But the riches were cursed
Making folks do their worst
So their gold pile would grow by twofold.
Copyright © Edward Mccormick | Year Posted 2011
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