Debi Gray Poems

Electricity floods me as my eye catches on soft, cottony smooth hair, colored like sunkissed wheat.

An innocent face awaits me, blue eyes glimmering back at me like mist upon a flower at early dawn.
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Displaying a forlorn appearance,

shrouded in darkness and despair.
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Sitting agianst a tree, on the broen and gray sand,

I stare at the dying weeds and blooming flowers.
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