Have written poetry throughout life, to express the intangible, the moments that seem unique, but are only human. Perhaps it will resonate. Let's see.
Statue Those whom bitterness despise, Who fall under gaze of hateful eyes, Who still see Beauty in all there is, Perceive more in Love, than hate can miss. Men have fallen, risen, carved shoddy throne, Built on gifts given to, and by, those alone, who Tried and fought, and died, did not come home. Whom from a painful push to meet rest in peace, Surrendered all in their trust to try appease, that Ruthless rush for rulers raw lust and greed. Gave their last, so love could rise to see, The green, the grass, the skies and seas, The buds of spring, the autumn leaves, Faced gentle snow and cutting cold, Became dead flowers, young and old, So many folk, rich and poor, and or naïve, Can swear to curse, or swear to Love, And as the statue, not be told.
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