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Block And Tackle

Rusty Block and Tackle
There is always
A mysterious something
About all things old

Maybe, these yellowing, rusted,
Forgotten objects
Slipped off the inky azure of their mind’s corners

But now, they have felt the way
To a pair of lips
As they reminisce
Of times gone by

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Who Will?

fallen tree
Who will dance with the wind now that you are gone?
Who will catch the sun’s rays as I walk on?

Who will slow down the gust of wind that has no self-control?
Who will dilute the air that is toxic to my soul?

Who will speak to the clouds about sending the rain?
Who will shelter me from the storm and soothe my pain?

Who will stand in the rain when others hide away?
Who will provide a place for little birds to play?

Who will catch my rain drops before they touch the ground?
Who will give me comfort now that you are drowned?

In That Bridge

Atlanta Bridge

In that bridge, we sit
On our last day together
Don’t think we’ll see each other after this
But I’ll always remember
The stars in your deep blue eyes
And your playful smile
Wishing we could stay here
Forever, for a while
But it is time for a change
New beginnings, new ends
Maybe in the future
We’ll find each other again
In that bridge…