Bron Dayvid Poems

A part of me wants to think.

Abandon society.
Its erroneous politics
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I had a dream

It felt so real
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The clock ticks and ticks.
But what is time.
It matters not when.
Shame on those who dwindle on the past.
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There's a bird on the telephone pole
Through the window behind the trees
It gazes into my soul
A finch I believe
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Her innocence was penetrated
With a false since of comfort
He made her smile
He made her laugh
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Chills

The hair stands straight on my arm
As if to salute you
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This is for you
Because you don't have the time to realize how amazing you are
I'm going to tell you
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