For Dee Daffodil
The queen of this sort of thing.
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Across a sky west and crooked,
flies a little white bird,
and in its beak an olive leaf,
for all sad lovers everywhere,
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In my life, there are many things
that I can rejoice for,
a loving family and friends by the score.
Everyday is filled with wonder,
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One among the many,
whose feeling lonely today.
Whose love has gone astray.
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Sometimes people say to me,
why do you write so much about the past?
I look at them with dreamy eyes;
a small smile curls my lips,
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Some people write poetry
to fulfil their dream,
others write it as a personal diary.
While yet more write to protest.
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Years have passed along down the line
Of the summers we used to know
The days when love
Filled every minute way back there
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Sailing on a ship of memories
Over the tide of broken dreams
Hear the wail of the lost souls
Who just linger there
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As evening shadows fall
And stars begin to shine
We walk hand in hand
Under a moon that’s divine
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They came in hundreds to read my poems yesterday
But they all faded away today
I hope they will come back
Maybe tomorrow or someday soon
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