Finding out who we areShe waits for someone-- The empty room surrounds her; Eighteen years home Her brown skin reflects Gracefulness, height, and vigor In the hot, late June The attic sunlightFinding out who we are
Is animated with dust, Instead of riches By the wooden door, The elder woman reflects
The change for fresh blood Her voice rings oddly To an unknowing, kind soul, Stories to go on,
The purpose of life Before the plain curtain falls, And the ship sails by.
Birds and BeesLike young birds and beesBirds and Bees
We make flight on pleasured wings Until we feel free
Juliet loves RomeoWe are both star-crossed Romeo to JulietJuliet loves Romeo
But our fate unlike
happydays...
~BYMYPAPERCRANE :-D:-D:-D
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Everything's nothing without you.
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