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The moon has a collection of dreams turn into dust.
Promises forgotten here blanket it's cold crust.
The remains of realty destroyed by broken trust.
To me you become precious like Jesus Himself.
You suffered and rose up forgiving all around you.
There is this ever present purity about you.
You give others what you desire to be given to you.
While I am deeply in love with my friends: Paper and Pen.
I can right some of the wrongs in this life.
I can give brief hope in this unjust world.
To turn some dreams into reality.
And dance with love beyond any
other.
A world found deep inside.
Words seeking refuge outside.
For a love that can't be denied.
To make a feeble effort to express "I love you".
That the angels will applaud well above the blue.
To make a permanent mark on society as a temporary resident.
Poetry is my
hidden agenda to be myself beyond everyday eyes.
Yet it’s impossible to forget
someone to thank for saving your life.
I live and embrace each day since your
touch.
I would still be a shell left up on
a dusty shelf.
I found a pearl inside just in time from you.
I will express those words forever
outside till I meet you again.
And to whisper them back with the wind blowing
thru your hair.
With the smell of coconut oil on
your skin.
The true essence of us through thick
and thin.
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