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Chris Zarnsy Poem
My heart aches with honesty,
Honestly I wish it would stop,my heart that is....
An appendage of pending trust,
The lust of the lazy,the must of guilt.
Flowers must wilt,eyes will get hazy,
Thoughts get crazy,yet my cup does not tilt.
I am the land whose muddy clutch swaddles seeds into children.
Happiness is squandered,undermanned,and slanted.
The goodness of a man is to give his hand planned and planted.
Do you understand?
Copyright © Chris Zarnsy | Year Posted 2011
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Chris Zarnsy Poem
Static furnishings adorn each era kindly.
Antiques must also succumb to extinction.
The deck was stacked with distinction.
The dust of sunlight is carried by those we have loved.
Dreams float on long removed from our bodies,
They grow wise with our spirits in mind.
The answer to life is best left to rest.
This quest across ages,homes,and said pages lined,
Was undeniably more valuable than what ends we would find.
Copyright © Chris Zarnsy | Year Posted 2011
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