Mylah Ferrer Biography

Tis the changing of the seasons
where the midnight sun meets the day,
and time stands still, eerily unmoving
summer and winter at same.
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Tip... tap... tippity... tap
drops of water falls in delicate ripples
lulling my mind to succumb to nap
cooling the senses as the day sizzles
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t'was a warm, humid June night
far away a candle flickers in sight
can't sleep, my love cried
drops salty, sweet on his cheek ride
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there's a certain dull emptiness
boring down my lowly being
for having lost what was not gained
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A life is like a droplet of water that falls in rain, gathers in a puddle at the sidewalk and trampled by hurried feet of everyday. Crawling slowly it makes its way to hidden crevices in the ground or silently flows into small streams at the side of the road. The earth drink its fill, scorchingly thirsty by man's lust and greed.
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