Title-Less Poetry

Dive into the sea of my youth,

Where my tears run streams

Across my smile.

I am a an oppressed

Child on a cloudy day

That promises

No rain or relief,

From the heat of

Our time

On this lonely

Surface that

Bears our corruption

With stride

Never speaking

But weeping

Intensely inside.

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Just wanted to try my luck a writing…………..I take criticism well.

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Traveling through southeastern Europe My wife and I rented an old flat in the heart of a small town where we grew weary of the many tourist buses coming in and out on their way to the more popular sites.Read More »