Poet Elizabeth Zara Pagan, is the author of 'Treasures from the Heart' and her newly released book, 'Therefore, she writes...'. She has published articles in 'A Treasury of American Poetry III' as well as 'Twilight Musings'. She is a distinguished member with the International Society of Poets.
'I offer you this bloom, my darling,
Since I have naught but this to give,
A pretty rose from my garden bed,
To signify my love, ' he said.
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I will not soon forget the day,
When I was reading on the deck,
I felt a cold gust of wind,
Breathe heavy down my neck.
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The beacon rays a laser beam,
For miles across the sea,
It warns of shoals to a passing ship,
The Majestic Mighty Lee.
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Miners toil in caves this hour,
Beneath the ground where darkness reigns,
Small rocks fall as hatchets chops,
Using force, they all take pains.
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Somewhere in a dark corner,
Sits a lonely boy,
In his future lies no light,
Only darkness fills his joy.
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