Mario Marcou

Lancashire
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Life in an eye

From which cloud would I die.
A past blunder
A scary thunder
questionably likened to a Knot or a tie.
It was a screaming part
shown up a shattered heart.
A talking shadow ghost
unrewarded in an early post.
A life to bring forth the wine
humble tasting to the toast
Subtle, mellow never to boast.
An entrance begging
but who will be the host.
A life in an eye
a gesture to cry.
A hug of tree
Lending time to plea.
A judge yet to be found
but will he make a sound.
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