Nancy Oyula Poems

Goodnight world.
The sun has moved to the west,
The bird has gone to his nest,
The body has done its best,
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It was hanging on the hooks,
Like my old man’s grey coat,

Who buries his head in books.
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Silence welcomes me as I make my entrance,

So much to see in an instance,
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He first saw her when she was in the seventh grade.
He was seventeen, she was fourteen,
A year older than the average kid in grade seven.
He looked at her young eyes, she looked at him,
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The water is boiling, slowly turning to vapor.
Everyone's up, ready to chase the paper.
He goes to dribble a football, the player,
She has to go for practice, the pro skater,
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I saw him again,
This time in my dream,
Tall, all smiley, and dressed in white,
Like an angel.
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Quiet as a dark night,

Ravishing flowers I sight,
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Under the cover of darkness,

When the sky is bare, starless,
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Since your very first hi,

My spirits been so high,
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So cold I feel,

A little warmth I need,
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