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Lavore Bland Poem
Holidays shape the overspilling
bounds of aromas. Hidden possessions
dismissed away, packed in a wardrobe
banished to an unforgiven loneliness.
A protested chaos snapped
unpleasant whispering,
interruptimg nature's
beauty, hope, and
sweetness of a special
occasion. Alongside belonged
twisting frustration furied by the
enormous danger hesitant to a wave
and smile of polite luxury.
Copyright © Lavore Bland | Year Posted 2014
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Lavore Bland Poem
Hailed from the heavens above, each person
was struck with the enlightenment of hope.
People in the would could only see
the bad, but would never search
for the good. Fights would
break out, cars were
stolen, buildings were burned
down and it all was because no one
could ask another human being for help.
Copyright © Lavore Bland | Year Posted 2014
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