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“Operator”
“I think
there has been an accident.”
“Can you
tell me..
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And at that age, poetry found me.
It was at that age, yes,
it was not a voice,
whispered into my ear,
nor was it a light, shining through
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Just like the moon on a warm summer night,
You left.
You left like a passing cloud over the clear sky,
Or like a lonely red rose in the dead ..
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One
Your gift sat under the pine tree for days,
I couldn’t bring myself to open it.
I finally did:
a pen.
Love the irony.
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Midnight passes and all that is left is the sweet remembrance of a lost beauty.
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My words find themselves to be undeserving,unworthy of being read by your eyes.I lack words,the world’s knowledge would not be enoughto describe..
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Wrote this on the dance floor.
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