Au revoir! avant Allo!

Au revoir! avant Allo!
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Anachronistic condolences, belated solace
malice of death, tormented breath.
Eyes which escape my own
have shown me, through transcending
illuminating glares, love that escapes death.
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Gypsy passion, so much like my own
as if we were kin and kindred,
in a mother’s love, of which a child dreams
within the suckling of life’s deliverance,
encompasses all spheres of sight.
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The light, the weight
blend together, evaporating tears,
fears irrelevant, whispering whimpering,
evaporating grief, a future awaits
an encounter in her children’s eyes.
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Gypsy passion, fueling life’s essence,
hand in hand dancing circles,
beating beyond the pulse.
Living, truly living lives on.
Sad, dusk at the moment of dawn.
.
perry neuser

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This is splendid. Here's a point I'd like to make. The punctuation is yours. It's unique, talented, your style. Some poems I pick at in other poets because the punctuation is expected and shows a lack of education. Here with you, my instinct tells me not to touch, not to meddle. Here is style. Perry Neuser. So glad you are on board.
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i appreciate your kind comments, thank you.
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Oh gee. Punctuation sparse verse shows a lack of education? That is ridiculous. Punctuation is just another technique, as integral as your metaphors and similes.