Rayniece D. Clayborne Poems

I watched the children at play.
Their very essence of innocence.
They began to stare.
They were aware of my pressence.
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I got a wakeup call.
The alarm struck a cord.
The endless...realm called reality.
I dranked in your innocence.
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The gift of life thet's taken for granted.
It all play a major effect.
I find it quite profound.
ages, stages.
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I smile after taking my soul to you.
God I; m trying very hard.
The dawn has been answered.
The alarm has rang.
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I watch out for people..and to know, I too am being watched over.
I'm very grateful..cause some peopl are very hateful.
Some will allow you to fall in traps.
Just as you do their biddings.
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my mind has been under serious construction.
so many and yes much information.
I obtain, constant preparations.
I find myself thirsty.. the quest for knowledge.
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The beautiful leaves are mingling on the ground.
The familiar sound of change is the air.
The warm rays..send the people of every walk of life outside.
Cyclist ride, walkers are strolling along.
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The snow began to fall.
I began to roll up a ball.
The beautiful mass was like heaven.
I could feel the frozen treasure.
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The air is very clear.
Every twist and turn...there's a lesson being learned.
Gathering stars for my crown..planting, planting, planting.
Preparing for the future task, that's at hand.
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take a good look in the mirror.
What, who do you see?
is it, him, her, they?
My mentles are at play.
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