Jean Rojas Poems

neither fire nor storm
can wash the tide away
it is the earthy season
that makes the most of may
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Blue jeans and bangles,
Mr. Bo Jangles
Black shirt and pendant,
A rebel unrepentant…..
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solemn and fervent kisses
of the past
beholden unto memories
of golden yesteryears
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i heard a call
an echo towards the sun,
come forth my heart
they wounds lay restless,
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one glimpse and gone forever
never to see the face of day
one night together
and nothing more
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I am myself in shadows
Forsaking the dawn
I am myself in darkness
Among a crowd of one
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