The Black & White Poet
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I want to call you…
Each gem fumble under the breeze,
Monarchs with orange sun-dipped wings.
Quivers her hand upon her heart – so alone.
Her rippled dress relax among the lilacs home.
It was her tears the made ‘em grow tall,
Clashing with the rain that fall…
She wish she knew-
everything about you.
Each moment spent with you she'll never regret,
Except- for not finding out every detail that hide
Every truth, every lie…
Each struggle inside.
I'd climb to the moon and catch a stars glow
Then give it to you so I could show,
How much I'd love to call you…
My best friend.
~DaYnA e. 7/26/03
Monarchs with orange sun-dipped wings.
Quivers her hand upon her heart – so alone.
Her rippled dress relax among the lilacs home.
It was her tears the made ‘em grow tall,
Clashing with the rain that fall…
She wish she knew-
everything about you.
Each moment spent with you she'll never regret,
Except- for not finding out every detail that hide
Every truth, every lie…
Each struggle inside.
I'd climb to the moon and catch a stars glow
Then give it to you so I could show,
How much I'd love to call you…
My best friend.
~DaYnA e. 7/26/03
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I want to call you…
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