Forgotten
Found
Broken
Healed
Broken, again
Seeking truths
Humanity
Poets quite the same
Feeling forces
Usually alone
Wondering the earth
Searching
Placing words into lines
Then one day
He feels her heart
Knows her soul
Sadly, without needing her eyes
He just knows
Humbly
Words flow
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Words flow…is that a good thing for a poet, would you say?
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I think so…words floating everywhere and I don’t recognize a one of them. What do I make of that, Duke?
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Well…doesn’t it sound professorish?
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It all begins to make much more sense when you look at it that way.
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lovely
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Thank you
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Beautiful and emotional. The ‘broken, again’ line is my favorite because it reveals that this isn’t a one time thing, which is true for most people.
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Round and round life goes, Charles. Thanks.
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