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Created on: September 08, 2008 Last Updated: December 12, 2008
Poet To Cynic
Purple hue of sunsets, timeless laughter, moments
Of love and passion and yet more could I write.
Emotions worn like fresh laundry, vulnerable
To the stains of life, so readily soiled.
Time - Thief! - steals passion's fire
Or at least the needed magic words
Continuous sensory assaults
Yield an unwitting change
Naught or less of poet
I wear the garb of
Cynic
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