Pearletta Pate Poems

Fluttering gracefully, without making a sound.
Higher and higher the butterflies are bound.
Wing's floating lightly, on the crisp air.
Fluttering wing's bigger, than butterflies body.
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Don't ask me, to tip joyously through the daisies, or look for little fairies. Quite frankly I'd find it a bore.

Your always in never, never land, without even going, out the door.
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Money is something thou needs to survive.
Love is something thou feels from inside.

Make sure when thou connect the two,
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He wanted love, or so it would seem.
Love to fill an empty void, caused by shattered dreams.

She wanted love, or so it seemed. Love to stop loneliness creepings, like a slow haunted dream.
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