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by Terry OlynikYOUR world was a snare.
But I was winter-smart enough,
To know I was entrapped.
YOUR love was a mockery.
Yet in the gracefulness of hindsight,
It was fitfully worthwhile.
YOUR liberty was a mirage.
We passed it on numerous occasions,
In the dim pawn shop windows.
YOUR smile was a stop sign.
Expelled from your dangerous garden,
My grin trumps YOUR sin.
11/09/2009 Posted on 11/09/2009
Copyright © 2025 Terry Olynik
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/10/09 at 05:57 PM Captivating mixing of images and use of repetition Terry. |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 11/10/09 at 06:47 PM Very compelling. Makes me remember to be glad my sin, past-present-future, have all been purchased by the Eternal. Great writing. |
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