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Anthony Unger Poem
In my wooden form, stories I unfold
A simple pencil with tales yet untold
Gripped by hands i sketch dreams and plans
A tool for artists, scholars, and fans
With every stroke, ideas take flight,
From blank pages to visions bright
I wear down slowly but I never cease
Creating worlds piece by piece
Though small and humble I hold great power
In every line I mark each hour
Copyright © Anthony Unger | Year Posted 2024
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Anthony Unger Poem
The Hot Weather During Winter Days
In winter’s grasp, the sun still blazes bright
A warm embrace in December’s light
Snowflakes melt before they touch the ground
Heatwaves in winter, a season unbound
Sweaters left hanging, coats pushed away,
Short sleeves and sunshine, a warm winter day
Nature confused, blossoms start to bloom
Hot weather in winter dispelling the gloom
A paradox of seasons, a world turned new
Winter days with skies of summer blue
Copyright © Anthony Unger | Year Posted 2024
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