Falling through the storm clouds
That gentle, little face
Never knowing if
She'll ever find her place
Running through the clock
Never miss a beat
Forever and forever
She'll stay on her feet
She is very doubtful
She'll ever find her place
No one she has met
Has ever filled that space
When she's met her match
as time will surely tell
Will she dare to scream
Or even just to yell
Hopefully she's confident
On winning the battle, though
If I placed my bet
It would never be a no
And when she's declared winner
We'll lift her up above
But that little girl
Thinks she'll never find a love
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Candles of the Night: A Book of Poetry
PoetryA book of all of the random poems I have written. Read through them and you'll be smitten. Updates are random for inspiration doesn't always flow. But often enough because I'm not that slow. Yes, many are written in rhyming verse. Yet not all are...
