Brennan DiMarzo Poems

The day of the battle,
Wages in their endless struggle,
From morning to night,
from sun rise to set,
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Far twinkling eyes lock to my being,
With passion and truth in all honesty's tender hold,
Falling- the eyes do so,
Drift down from mine to the length between.
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In summer heat we used to frolick and play,
Always in the comforting light of day,
Father Sun would lord high in the peak of sky,
We let loose our birds, our planes, our kites let them fly!
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