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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Trellised clouds upwards towards
earth’s moon
Set within a night-dome
of…
“Does the darkness cradle thee Than mine arms more tenderly?”
— Willa Cather
Gentle Lord, I love You.
You tiptoe ‘cross my heart.
You sit beside me quietly…
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