A POEM
Ice in the spirit
Is but frozen tears
And bitterness
Is expectation killed.
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- Karl Keating
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Oh endless pattern in the trees.
You weave a world for me
Of endless beauty,…
Gentle Lord, I love You.
You tiptoe ‘cross my heart.
You sit beside me quietly…
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(Bitter are the blossoms
Conceived in time’ last spasm)
Myth flames black…
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