The girl with the long dark hair.
Watches the moon with with her kaleidoscope eyes.
She wonders about the stars.
Shinning across the moonlit night.
Why are they there.
Are they the ancestors that have passed on.
Do they watch her every night just like she does.
Can they feel the loneliness surrounding her.
The cold solemn breeze.
Brushing past her skin.
Raising warm goosebumps on her hairs.
Does the wind belong to the soul of another.
Are they giving her a hug because they know that she's never held.
The trees shake.
Dancing and swaying with their strong trunks.
Are they trying to entertain the girl.
Because they know no one else has bothered to put on a show for her.
The girl begins to weep.
Not aware of the universe surrounding her.
For she is connected to all things living.
If only she knew how beautiful she really was.
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Welcome to my poetry book which is filled with throw away poems written by me. This book will be filled with all sorts of things, people, and subjects. Some you might not know and some you may know. Once again this is just a place for lovers of poetry like myself ! Maybe we can form a Dead Poets Society..oh wouldn't that be nice ?
Sincerely Yours,
Liliana.
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Poetry (2015-2017)
PoetryThis is poetry for the soul from Yours Truly. Volume 1. "We don't read and write poetry because it's cute, we read and write poetry because we are members of the human race." - John Keating aka Robin Williams. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Co...
