Ian Smith Poems

Utopia, Heaven, Freedom before him.
“Here it comes”. “Here it comes”. “Here it comes”. “Here it comes”.
He can never get there. He looks wildly, desperately around
Seeing those just like him yearning, craving, seeking.
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The future should be a picture you paint.
When I paint mine, you are always there.
Sometimes in sun, sometimes rain,
Together, apart, but always there.
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'I love you' -

First-person subjective personal pronoun.
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