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Shawn Stuber Poem
Aug. 30, 2019
Our love foretold, we cannot ABSTAIN. Is this real or is it
fake as fools gold.
The woes in our hearts, we try in vain. Never knowing if our souls be slain Searching through the ages, addicted to the chase. We try and turn the pages.
destined to forever try, we fight the demons in our souls.
The journey leaves us drained Never satisfied, thirst unquenched.
Eight Word Challenge Poetry Contest sponsored by Emile Pinet
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Shawn Stuber Poem
Warm breeze on a cool day, gentle and soft.
Touch of the sea upon my skin.
The sun breaking through the clouds on a dark and dreary afternoon.
Such is the way I feel when she touches me.
Copyright © Shawn Stuber | Year Posted 2019
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