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The Park Bench

I wish I was a poet
With magical words
To make people see all of the absurd
Tears fly, paintings in pastel die

When we look into our mirrors
We sometimes miss
What love dumps upon all of us
We shed tears, for we forgot to shed fears

I have no legs, nor any crutches
So my voyage has ended
I only observe
Sadness upended

When goodness is confused
When gestures are refused
When the kiss that could have been
When a poets tear seems obscene

The one who hears is often deaf
The deaf sometimes have nothing left
If I could give a kiss away
I would give it to lovers with hearts that sway

Drawing love on paper in may






























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1022
poemTitle:The Park Bench
poemDetails:I wish I was a poet With magical words To make people see all of the absurd Tears fly, paintings in pastel die When we look into our mirrors We sometimes miss What love dumps upon all of us We shed tears, for we forgot to shed fears I have no legs, nor any crutches So my voyage has ended I only observe Sadness upended When goodness is confused When gestures are refused When the kiss that could have been When a poets tear seems obscene The one who hears is often deaf The deaf sometimes have nothing left If I could give a kiss away I would give it to lovers with hearts that sway Drawing love on paper in may
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poemAuthorId: Vaso
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poemDateCreated:4/30/2018