Edwina Reizer Poems

Detached from reality
so many stray
into a game
that the Illuminati play.
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Every day the increasing winds
make themselves known.
Their whistling in the trees I see
seem to have grown
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They say parting is such sweet sorrow.
I say it is the death of tomorrow.
For all the tomorrows can only be
endless time for you and me.
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I sleep in the morn.
I do not wish to rise.
I hear the rain
and I know the skies
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All's not quiet on the western front.
The noise is raucous now.
It assaults the serenity of our ears
and I often wonder how
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The sky is so blue above me today.
Oh that I could keep it that way.
But one by one the clouds come by
and affect my mood as I look at the sky.
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The sounds of my soul are a symphony,
always a lilting melody.
There's never a minor chord to interfere
with all the sweet tones that I hear.
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Clean white sheets upon my bed
cradle my body but not my head.
My head's never cradled. It's too full.
It's too noisy. There is no lull.
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The cycle of life from birth to death
is different for everyone.
You count the days that are in between
and feel them come undone.
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I wonder why it was
I fell in love at ten?
We were only children
way back then.
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