Poems from andrewzundel

What is the American Dream? Does it haunt the thoughts of our generation, Like a nightmare before wake? Or does it give a small glimpse of...
Each second a breath, Never to be returned. Each second a thought, Only a memory burned.   Don't you know? It's as simple as can be. Work...
A mother's duty is not oft sought out. Example-like demeanor, and impeccable wit, Is not always found in every creation. The requisite...
Now
Starting now, She shifts in disconsolate fear. Days passing one after another, It seemed time encumbered her thoughts. Faces tell her she...
She was black, And he was blue. The other green, And one red, too. They spent each day, Concerned what they had, For it made black turn...

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