Bill Cantrell Biography

Faces change and rearrange,
Seems nothing stays the same
Yet, love endures forevermore
And could never face such shame
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I have seen the facets of love,
From a child to the breasts of a mother
A dying soldiers last words to his wife,
A year later, she marries another
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Oh neon poetess,
We take delight,
With every word upon your breath
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In the spring, I arrive as a gentle breeze
With the summer, I have my moods
In the autumn, I am stripping naked the trees
With the winter, my heart is an empty room
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Poems will come,
Poems will go,
Some will choose to stay
What an honor it is to me, my friends
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