calyn ogbang Poems

This ink with which I write flows from my soul
Smells like coloured pine on manhattan skyline
Crystal blue skies do nothing but shade my anguish
As I listen to folktales from dear old time
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making wishes on rainy skies
secretly wishing for shooting stars
as heavens angels fall
for a Second the fire filled sky illuminated
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Under skies of screaming sunshine
Beside an alter of solemn promise
Gliding like fire on spirited waters
As poise as the roses of summertime
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I've written many poems but never in ink
I was scared if I cancelled a word I'll loose the emotion
I thought I needed someone to hold my hand
But I've found I needed someone to trust in my hands
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