Roann Mendriq Poems

On my way to work each day,
I pass a stretch of wasted land;
Where wicked weeds are lead astray,
growing wildly and unplanned.
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Walking through my old bazaar,
I see curious delights;
I'd hate to take the bus or car,
and miss such heart-warming sights...
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There's an angry rainstorm brewing,
I can feel it in the air;
The pigeons stop their cooing,
to fly out they do not dare.
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Rose petals strewn on pathways,
tell of anger, loss and grief;
Of broken hearts, despairing days,
and the loss of true belief.
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Why must love be always tragic?
Why must joy destroy the magic?
Is there no place for happy love?
or is that meant for turtle doves?
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Every child's imagination,
can take you to the stars;
Every thought an incantation,
with strong magical powers.
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Brand new linen,
Soft as silk;
Pure as snow and
Morning milk.
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How utterly mystifying,
That a tiny blade of grass;
Can hold a falling raindrop,
Like a little bit of glass.
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What is love if not sacrifice?
A bending of your own free will,
to look into another eyes,
to keep on loving steadily still.
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An old forgotten tune, I knew,
Just danced into my head;
I heard my sister's voice on cue,
Just half a beat ahead...
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