isaac dyemson Poems

In the infant age of the day
your smiles and self slipped away
you became so cold
that we all could not hold
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Each time i peered in to my age
It reminds me of being closer to my edge
My humble tears never cease to rage
For our successors will value no heritage
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Oh love! oh love!
In thee our blood mingle
Changing our lonely state of singles
Uniting cultures in thy own riddles
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