Duality
Green—
Alien.
The ghosts of tragic greed,
creeping through broken clover—
Harmony.
The comforting flash,
bursting through sentinel trees.
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Poems
PoetryPoems I have written from years ago to now. For any of you looking for a love poem, you most likely will not find one here (unless I write one in the distant future because for some reason my brain short-circuited and thought I it would be a good id...
