Gadarowski Michael Poems

The Bath

Beads, water, wet
Running down mountains of flesh,
Into a warm sea,
Whose white porcelain banks... more »

To Hope

To Hope

Was it a week, or just a day
When joy so sweetly... more »

The Note

The earth it plays a symphony.
I see it every day.
I taste the very notes of life,
As I go on my way.... more »

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