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Lost In The Day
Sitting beneath this old willow tree
Feeling my hair dance on a gentle breeze
With bended knees and paper upon them
I start to write these odes again
Feeling the peace of the moment within
Wondering when this time did begin
Writing words of your beauty fair
Laughing at my girlish whims without care
Oh the chance that your eyes should see
These tender poems filled with glee
Would a sigh escape your tender lips?
I just cant help but wonder this
Would you laugh at my silly dreams?
Or would they fuel the best of yours for me?
Still I write to spite the day
The days responsiblities blown away
Writing, forever, words so true
Wondering if they find their way to you
~THE FLOWING PEN~
Summer Breeze
Feeling my hair dance on a gentle breeze
With bended knees and paper upon them
I start to write these odes again
Feeling the peace of the moment within
Wondering when this time did begin
Writing words of your beauty fair
Laughing at my girlish whims without care
Oh the chance that your eyes should see
These tender poems filled with glee
Would a sigh escape your tender lips?
I just cant help but wonder this
Would you laugh at my silly dreams?
Or would they fuel the best of yours for me?
Still I write to spite the day
The days responsiblities blown away
Writing, forever, words so true
Wondering if they find their way to you
~THE FLOWING PEN~
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Lost In The Day
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