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A Collection of Poems
Troy is No More
Was it only a dream I lived?
It was real enough while it lasted –
My whole world of joy,
Come to The Stars
Come, let us away.
Leave behind these questioning looks,
These mocking voices.
It’s There It’s Gone
I search for it,
Certain, though I have never seen it,
That it waits somewhere,
Sweetheart
A poem of movement,
A smile like the shy lighting up of the sky in the early morning,
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