Adelord DuChene Poems

For all of nine poems, now this is my tenth,
I have written, with hesitant breath

You see I’m a rookie without a writer’s past
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Let me hold your heart
But only for a second
For if it any longer
I’m certain a Lovers death
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Propped against a majestic pillar and stairs of granite
Overlooking a plush courtyard of green,
With shadows of Maple, Oak, and Pine
It fills with the souls of academia
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A Charming Whisper

Rings Beautiful Love
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Intensity draws them,

Desire warms them,
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Take my hand, and let me lead you through the shadows,
And I will show you friendship

Take my hand, and walk by my side and let us grow together
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Velvet pools of yesterday
Sacred rhythms melting
Embrace blind eternity
Surrounding porcelain questions
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Staring between shadows of dreams
Reflections inexorably obscured
Individuality forgotten
Petrified minds within the mist
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As we walk through the hills
All plush and bright green
Sights are abound, with so many thrills
Look over there, a crisp, sparkling stream
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