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A Poem by Shards

Tai Chi Chai tea

She prefers a good soak

to the quick rinse

Her restless feet and twitching hands

precede the tedious pain

the blood of life lost

Haunted dreams cling fast

deep roots from her nightmare past

we swap sunglasses

try to see inside each others view

dispense sage like advice

over spur of the moment food for thought

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Added on January 6, 2014
Last Updated on November 21, 2022

I enjoy writing and came here to learn as much as I can from other writers more..

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