Predictable Poem by Barry Trembetzky

Predictable



Reach for love
As we ought
Feel the love
Think the thought

Pretend no more
Cry nor weep
What we long for
Love so deep

Let's not fear it
Such big demands
Flesh and spirit
In each our hands

‘Til tomorrow
The time is right
All our sorrow
Way out of sight

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