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| Bob's Poetry |
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Who Am I?
You can see me
But I cannot see you.
I can be mysterious or a stranger.
Some people think that I’m not
Here. You know what? I had moved on.
I am everywhere. Every step I take, it
Leaves an imprint. My spirit is floating free.
There are no strings on me but, I can leave
Whenever my destiny takes me. Who Am I?
Why do you tortured me? Who Am I?
Love
There are sweet things about love
It moves you like a dove in flight.
Love can blossom like a flower
It needs rain to grow.
Once it grows you can reach the heavens
Like a dove that is in love.
Ode to Spring
Can I compare to thee season of romance
And life? Thou more temperate and lush
Green trees from the kiss of the warm sun!
The warm breeze of the south blows for the
Birds of spring to keep in flight!
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