The Black & White Poet

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Gathered each daisy that grew
Threw my hands.
Hot sands -
Touching the waters that were sun-glazed.
Amazed – by each bronze grain,
By the purple that kissed the sky.
I wish I could try and fly –
Like the fascinating dragonfly.
I'd be free with you,
And I'd embrace you.
In my arms… forever.

~DaYnA e. 7/1/03

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