ayam Rose Estelle Poems

The sun needs its day of rest,
I sit outside, prisoner to light of the moon.
When watching the sight, I leave my shy cocoon.
It’s that moon light fever.
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I am who I am,
That is the truth.
But I am so many things.
My skin tone says I'm white.
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Don't think I'm falling in love,
Just because I happen to stare.
Don't act so cool,
Because it might turn into a glare.
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I just woke up today,
and I have something I need to say.
Something that's getting in my way.
Maybe if I tell you,
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Crimson falls,
And the loved ones all bawl.
The silent Twilight's call.
The man upon the gray rock comes,
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Your crystal wounds show your strength,
Your great intelligence is your longest length.
Your cunning eyes remind me of a fox.
You don’t hold back, never trapped in a box.
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Beyond her window, behind her house.
You and me, in the night,
Under the stars, all so bright.
Only understood, promise I’ll be good.
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My words of truth only come from the mind.
The breeze shivers to the bone,
But the heart still stays warm.
It's my idea of a perfect world.
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Air is what we breathe,
To feel everything everywhere.
To embrace all’s strength.
Like I’ve never been born before.
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In front of me,
A piece of paper.
It’s blank, pen on the side.
My new creation, soon to be born.
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