DorotheaA Poem by Desert Knavea sonnet
Because they
No longer hear you They can't believe That I do They can't conceive That it's true Because they Stopped seeking your voice They think I should too But, that's something I won't do Unless, some day You tell me to ... That, I owe you Jim Lonsdale Poetry 2025
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1 Review Added on April 24, 2025 Last Updated on April 24, 2025 AuthorDesert KnavePhoenix, AZAboutI am in my mid-60's, a manic-depressive, seldom impressive, often recessive poet who loves the ocean, rain, the desert, and playing with rhyme. I am a native Arizonan, a Virgo, and a hair metal fan an.. more.. |

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