Frederick Weyer Poems

Trees bared to winter's touch
By winter's breath laid bare
Leaves whisper of winter's heart
Of winter's heart they share
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She haunts the twilight of my dreams
And the waking hour
Upon her brow starlight gleams
And in her voice is power
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Death is certain
Innocence, questionable
Life, measurable
Love, unfathomable
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There once was a man
Who upon waking one morning
Found that from the tap
No water was pouring
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Have you trod
The harrowing path
Betwixt innocent and guilt?
Have you drunk
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Skipping she came
With fiery hair
O'er the green hill
Like the sun rising
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