Sunday, July 6, 2008
Every poem has either a promise or a prayer...
Poems, Prayers, and Promises I looked back over my shoulder… And there I was in my hologram Faking flamingo’s charm Dancing in the rain Frolicking child with so much dream Catching every teardrops from heaven Or maybe cleansing formula dripping But what it is, is refreshing the hope in my skin Making my drench lips smile…. “ Rain on my skin Motif of silk satin Shower of my sky Mine to hold Strong and bold Like bars of gold In soft cotton balls Rain of freedom Meant for me To go free” I looked up...
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