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Michelle Kaye Poem
A blooming tree brings joy unseen -
But felt is joy, but felt is green!
Soon spring-born birds burst through the scene.
We watch them pick and pluck and preen,
And only fools would intervene
With this most exquisite routine.
Copyright © Michelle Kaye | Year Posted 2026
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Michelle Kaye Poem
He
Who has
Feasted on
Free-flowing life
Knows no jealousy,
Unladen by guilt that
His intent is less than pure,
For his winnings are sufficient.
He has forged a life without questions,
Without a decade's hesitation
To consider whether his own
Paradise might justify
What he won't leave behind
When he is not spared
From the demise
His toiling
Will have
Earned.
Copyright © Michelle Kaye | Year Posted 2026
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