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Untitled 09/2018

by Robbi Skaera

Once we are over this,
we can finally relax
and the winds that blow will leave us.

Our left-behinds won't thank us,
but we can be their photographs;
memoirs, things we shouldn't do

forgotten diaries that they might find.

Our peace may not be found here,
but love beats fear, even if we lose,
love cannot be killed,
even if we can.


Posted on 08/19/2018
Copyright © 2019 Robbi Skaera

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 08/20/18 at 12:08 PM

A marvelous ode, Robbie. Am particularly enamored of the second stanza.

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