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- Jehovah Rophe at allpoetry
To, Jehovah Rophe,
- Though the Looking Glass - A Portrait of Self at allpoetry
A glance in the mirror and I have to look away. Who is that girl who stares back? Not the once naively, gullible child - which I loved to be - but something resembling a woman. It scares me. Her eyes, they know what evil is, - Thoughts on Death and Life at allpoetry
When Summer days are over When laughter's dead and sober - Perspectives New at allpoetry
Dawning - each perspective new A vague fortelling of the past and future - Intangible at allpoetry
Perhaps, Someday Maybe, Might - On A Summer's Day at allpoetry
On summer's day I left to play
And wandered down lonely roads - Walk With Me at allpoetry
Barren lands and Nail scarred hands
Is the path to Harmony - Dead and Now Alive at allpoetry
You gave me your hand
And I drove a spike through it
