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Yet another poem....


Joy lurks in shadowed crevices

among the shattered shards of its own

cautious history of gains and losses.

There is no conversation here.

Syllogisms leave the field defeated.

Fog fairies tangle their voluptuous hair

in the trees and bushes, into the weeds.

I am no vanquishing or vanquished warrior.

I make no claims. Athena also lurks,

With an incautious grin, watching me.

"I have learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel."

- Maya Angelou -


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