Sophia White Poems

Wrapped up in my dreams, nothing can go wrong
Night is moonlit and the days are long
Thoughts are reality, my world is my own song,
And butterflies don’t get trapped in spiderwebs.
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Blue eyes caught me
For a moment.

Blue eyes smiled
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Ah, the soft guitars that play
and lull the twilight.
I, unseen and all alone
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I want a wind
To start in the far-off mountain
To rush down in a raging fury
And fill this dull and silent valley.
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The door is shut, the window is open.
The gossamer curtains are dancing in the breeze
And I hear, distantly, a squirrel chattering in the trees.
The world is quiet here.
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Dear girl,

Words are words, faulty things
One word can mean, well, anything.
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The chimes upon the arbor
Are set to ring!
Harken, all ye peoples -
Hear them sing:
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Your road is set before you, a road that’s paved in stone
Stone from distant planets of galaxies unknown
It’s lined with trees and columns, all woven tight with vines
That cast across your future shades of tangles lines.
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You
've
lost
your
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Words, words, words.
So many, many words.
So many words.
So many worlds.
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