Written On The 16th Poem by Amanda May Moore

Written On The 16th



city lights so far below.
I leave it all covered in snow.
above, up in flight
I sit here and gaze at the amazing sight.
I have yet to know what God plans
but I know I'll be in new lands.
The lights turn into a glow,
As it all so plainly fades away
I begin to slip away too.
Asleep with Madrid to meet.

Friday, May 23, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: city,snow
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Amanda May Moore

Amanda May Moore

Ypsilanti Michigan
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