Leta Mae Poe Poems

For every movement, for every sound,
There is always an echo...somewhere.
The bikini girl runs along the beach,
Hips swaying...body talk. She knows the boy is there.
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When the sun has fluttered out,
And the moon sets the sky ablaze,
Gold leafing memories
Of other star-drenched nights...
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The blackness of night
At the circle's bend,
Leans slowly toward the light,
To sojourn into brilliance,
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