Sivvelyn Ohirun Poems
|1.||Cause Of Death||5/2/2011|
|2.||Behind My Words||5/2/2011|
|3.||Sin After Sin||5/2/2011|
|4.||Friend Is Heart||5/16/2011|
|5.||To Believe In What||5/16/2011|
|6.||A Criminal Poetic-Almost Clandestine||5/16/2011|
|7.||A Sliced Of Bread & Iris||5/16/2011|
|9.||Entails Of The Flowers||5/2/2011|
|10.||The Red Shoes Girl||5/16/2011|
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The Red Shoes Girl
When I was a little boy,
I wonder how taste is joy,
My friend only toy.
The town so silent,
Like stand alone island,
I'm playing out hand.
Stranger roll to town,
I help them pack down,
And i saw doll of clown.
The doll belong to a girl,
Black shiny hair and curl,
white skin perfect like a pearl.
She have a red shoes,
and always red to choose,
the only one she like to use.
Now she always by my side,
We share a toy we share a ride,
at the wide field we fly the kite.
Red shoes girl bring happiness, ...