Danielle Mari Nidea

Rainfall, lightning, thunder, sun
Condense gems which ocean shun
Greetings geese, planes goodbye
Friends I loved, friends they fly.
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Happy Tears Day to You
And to all your friends, too
I wish you good luck
I hope you won't suck
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The ocean of sky
And the aches of a cry
Produce a wondrous blue.
The glow of your might
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Ice cream bells
washed out shells
Ripe, delicious food.
Wishing wells
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Why do I keep sulking
And no reason can be found?
Why do I keep thinking,
Thinking my words are profound?
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Close, open, almost shut
Venom spreading through the gut
Eye spy through the sky
Ever judging, ever sly.
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What's up with all this drama?
How did it just appear?
The me of my persona
Wonders why it's here.
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I walk beside the sea alone
With footprints in the sand.
My feelings, water, stop and flow
And flood the loosened land.
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I'm sorry,
Forgive me.
I know that you hate me.
Hug a tree,
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Deep in the fire, deep in the snow,
A witch tells a tale of long ago.
Inside the fortress, outside the town,
A witch wears a really, really long gown.
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Hills of bloody red,
You make them rise.
Like babes, they suck upon your breast,
Yet hunger of wolves is heard.
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A meter a second
Not caring to stop
A shadow so lovely
Blackness to pop
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I am the in-between
Of work and of peace
Something you've always seen
In trouble, in ease.
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It's the eleventh hour
Time for all to rest
Although it tastes quite sour
I hope for all the best.
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A seed of love or 'selfish' goals
Was sent to roam the earth.
Cradled by the squarish trap,
It served its will of birth.
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Your green-tipped fingers envelop the skies
Filled with poppy-like pebbles, it brings lust to our eyes.
You gather some power and then give it a go
For the one-sided mirror to give us a show.
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I read a joyous song about my many sorry days
And I notice that light beyond it is actually quite eerie.
Its words are resonating to the dying of my heart
Perhaps such a coincidence is just, or is it really?
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I wake up in my cozy little hammock
To the sound of the sheep on the hill.
I look at the chair right beside me,
Wasn't thinking so clearly until
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It was more important than life
And he had worked so hard for it
Yet it was not work
For action without thinking
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