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Here you will find the writings of the poet Theodore Waterfield

Valentine

I have lived in the mysterious
element of alternative worlds.
Multidimensional destinies.
Places that have no place.
A syncopation of fantasy and magic.

I describe a vast majority
of men and women breathing
the air I breathe,
coping with the planets they live on,
in search of themselves
with so many worlds,
is it no wonder that the lost
outnumber the found?

That our temples are so crowded,
and each of us will clasp a hand extended,
regardless of the owner,
and fall so easily in love,
hoping for the best,
and trusting love to find us
somehow in a crowd,
half a sea away,
or hidden in a town no traveler has been,
waiting for love at first sight,
going to the grave.

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