Jonah Street Poems

What is love?
Is it as simple as black and white?
Or as pure as a dove?
Does it find us in the dead of night?
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The moon glistens behind me
As the gentle autumn breeze brushes my knee
Birds sing their song of two
While the sky fils with all shades of blue.
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The very word has lost all meaning,
A failed exam or a death does not cause it,
The very word is unforgiving,
Leaves you stuck after it has bit.
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