Richard Marsden Poems

We have always and always will try.
Try to understand.
We know we cannot, we fear we might.
We seek opinions, but contradict our own.
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I wish…
Some people were not as mean
War did not exist
People spread love more and hate less
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In the storm that forest of waves,
The feelings jump they whisper and cry,
Plodding on with silent echo of unidentifiable love,
What?
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Over thinking

It’s begins simple, like you wish things were
But soon it changes
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