The Beauty of Poetry: Love's, Two-Edged Sword
Strewn about her axis world....
Where they've all grown up orphans
That have never known their names; they
Don't belong to no one; now isn't that a shame
Lost amid this sea of reality; animation, don't go Shane ?
Precious baby girl raggedy Ann wearing her three sizes too small
Soiled hand me down's best dress: barefoot his child together hearts run
Across scorching time and concrete deserts; outside their bubbles tiny eyes gazing
If but merely love's touch a cup of water these crumbs she calls in worlds apart; poetic dreams.
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