Poems by Edward Latina
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Without You (4)
Where is that familiar sense?
That familiar life... -
Where was your tender touch?
Leaving me to regret much... -
As the River rushes to the Ocean,
So I rush to your arms... -
When clovers are bound,
And dew is aground... -
Dance of death, aiming my gun,
He doesn't know! Death comes quick... -
The Street (1)
The World I love is dead below my feet,
Nothing grows wild or thrives on this bold street... -
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Walking through this mist,
I can not feel my fists... -
When worlds collapse,
Who is there to catch you... -
Fog surrounds them...
Not the fog of the mist... -
Bright Lights fade in the East,
Out there they are taken by the Beast... -
A misty haze, the fog of war,
Ringing ears, a constant roar... -
The eerie glow of this screen keeps me awake
But thats just an excuse, just a fake...
