Noel Bayron Poems

I was a wayward
running away from home.
Building my own castle
in the sandy sinking ground.
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Tiny drops
Cristal drops
precious drops
ease
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I have doubt
I have uncertainty.
I have fears
I have misery.
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A lovely cat on a soft pillow
a gentle Arowana as he catches my throw
a gorgeous Waling-waling as she seduced me in purity
A zephyr that tickled my uncertainty.
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