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Steven Stamper Poem
Tangled branch of sacred knowledge,
These trees are the college.
Buried within cold expression,
there is an ever present lesson.
Consumed by the essence,
of a warm convalescence.
Universal intent,
for the love that was spent,
since the early event,
to besiege what was meant.
I choose to thrive.
I am alive.
I’m sinking in;
eternal spin.
I choose to grow,
the need to know.
To trust the written,
elder scroll.
Copyright © Steven Stamper | Year Posted 2021
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Steven Stamper Poem
Feeling saved by the
fire that warmed my sweet heart,
then left me to freeze.
Copyright © Steven Stamper | Year Posted 2021
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Steven Stamper Poem
You can live with lies,
but the face in the mirror
will always show true.
Copyright © Steven Stamper | Year Posted 2021
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