White Flag - Poem by Rudy Juniardy
She stole the glare in my eyes by the glance she made..
And by the way she took the lighter in my hand, she burn the candle inside..
How pretty it burnt, like thousands of sunflower in the garden of heaven..
And as the heaven ablaze beyond her deep dark brown pupils i build a wall for my defend..
But she'll write the score for my defeat as her smile inciting these hazy eyes..
For the fireflies whom provide the lights to exchange the stars that hide behind the grey clouds..
Hands barely up toward the sky and hope to meet again would across the sky..
Will the angel take it and send it to God before the devil steal it and burn it to dust..?
For when evening came again with its rain, to took her by the hand..
For she is the saint and to journey to the nowhere land..
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