Magically,
A dove to sea,
Sing with thee,
Under a tree,
Finding glee,
On its way,
Never quite leaving,
Feelings still seeping,
Hearts still bleeding,
Still there are dreams of keeping,
Keeping flight in their Corvette,
Singing for the hope that they will be lying in the bluets,
Making their music, a loving duet.
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Author:
Raskolnikov (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 6th, 2018 17:39
- Comment from author about the poem: I....I...I...Well, she knows what I'm going to say
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