Jordan Couso Poems

He was looking down with murmured words,
and things would leave him alone along with the birds.
He had no point, carefree in his mind,
still he signed.
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Here is the tortured soul, that the earth feeds
devouring her plains, fields, weeds, and her sycamore trees.
spreading knowledge through her lands, here and there gathering his lambs.
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Those some fall far passed the skies,
they fall but one day they shall rise.

Scorned by those they love,
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