Some Poems

Some short poems for your enjoyment.

Author

My words

All that I am

A click on a keyboard

Some ink on a page waiting to

Be seen.

Tonic

They say,

"You're so bitter."

Yes, and I'm also sweet.

Like honey with some lemon juice,

I heal.

All Warriors

War and

Strengthen muscles

Keep practicing technique.

Chiseled and sculpted, trying to be

Above.

All will

Succumb with time

Bodies are meant to fail,

To crumble and return to dust.

Fear not.

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