George Kane Poems

The endless ledge
Only divine love, the heart’s source,
asserts man’s innate, cosmic course,
seek prized stones, at life’s no one edge,
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Love’s innate seed, in worldly speed,
at the wind of jets, on beaches sets,
all, pursuits oh boy, a man made joy.
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True sense said?
sure well!
yet, the real becoming remember,
in spite of, (lovelessness encountered)
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