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Wulfman Adventures April is the cruelest month, even though rain comes to bring life
and break winter's hold.
The heart makes the eyes weep ancient tears
to water bitter roses of sorrow.
If there was a time I faced the manhood trial,
it would have been April of 2003.
When I had to return home to say goodbye
to my first father figure.
Who did and love more than he should have.
Right, then turn around and go back to the young love.
I return with a hollow spot, save for when I am with my son.
Nice write. Enjoyed it a
Nice write. Enjoyed it a lot.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Second part coming soon
This is a workshop poem, I am happy you have enjoyed it. *smiles*
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I am an artist of words as well as paints.