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Poetry and Prose by Russell Wardlow

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My 4 Seasons

August 30, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

My vice is your eyes, I see the sunrise peaking

Sucked in, I’m intertwined- in your Devine secret 

As the stars align – I see you are my Venus 

My weakness undisguised when you start speaking…

I’m speechless – my heart hanging on for dear life- 

A leaflet, blossoming with forbidden fruit-

Ms. Eden, I’m feigning, to bite- as if I’m teethin

Ms. Misleadin- you’re such a seductress 

Teasing yet so appeasing 

Bashful with no treason to your values and reasons 

You a year in a day, in your own way

My 4 Seasons. 

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Prose of a Con is a collection of Russell Wardlow’s prose and poetry written entirely behind bars. Through writings on family, spirituality, freedom, love, justice, redemption, and vulnerability, Russell seeks to show the humanity and hope of individuals like himself who are incarcerated.

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