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The intent is subjective, but the destination is objective!
Poems
The Rising Sun
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Slipping into the night
to explore that which has not seen the light.
As it turns from dark into day
my soul struggles and begins to fray.
Despite the rising of the sun
darkness looms the end has begun.
For this day shall be my last
the final act has now been cast.
Sweet dreams my lover
rest well to recover
Our dreams will once again collide
with the moon and the rising tide.
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Michael Oliver Stark
More to Come
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