Poetry For Everyday People
Old Friend
Birds singing
makes me feel
new, green
as a chance
or as love
before
time,
why is it
jasmine
(like snow
falling
tender)
quilts
my heart
in such
trance?
cobblestone streets
wet with heavens kiss,
mornings before the sun,
whispers through
lonely walls,
old street lights
that flicker
like candles
in the fog,
tomb stones
seem romantic
when you
have no home,
it's cold
outside,
misunderstood
and digging
for a chance
to prove,
I like
putting my arms
around you
smiling
seeing
you wink
right before
we face our
fears.
makes me feel
new, green
as a chance
or as love
before
time,
why is it
jasmine
(like snow
falling
tender)
quilts
my heart
in such
trance?
cobblestone streets
wet with heavens kiss,
mornings before the sun,
whispers through
lonely walls,
old street lights
that flicker
like candles
in the fog,
tomb stones
seem romantic
when you
have no home,
it's cold
outside,
misunderstood
and digging
for a chance
to prove,
I like
putting my arms
around you
smiling
seeing
you wink
right before
we face our
fears.
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