Here is a bit of poetry I just wrote. Let me know what you think.
Crux
Blue paths out to the horizons
in rays
of melancholy,
seen by woman and her babe.
Sandals slap each offended stone.
Green walk
for both,
verdant the eyes.
I have remembered nothing.
Will I.
Will you
doctor, tell me that story a third time?
Hanging
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but, really, it's very good.
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