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Lead me not astray
never! my pen, my need to
procreate
dreams dashed
reality prevails with
a new direction
with much regret
the answer is still no
best of luck!
my calling
this gift from God
to write
do tell
praying mantis ---
whom do you seek?
hidden flower
behind a veil of green
a blushing bride
baby's breath
upon mother's left breast
sweet surrender
her scent lingers
long after her departure ---
that wild rose!
through stretched fingers
a glimpse of
morning
memories of home
a distant emerald shore
from America
copyright 2004
Robin M.
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