A Brand New Poem by me
The time as the clocks reaches to the stroke of midnight and filled of
Many dreams and hope as the end of a year and the start of an new one
Filled with promises that are filled among the air, the women are great as
The men holding their dates for the night and dreaming of achieving of an
New start to future plans and to start again with the taste of champagne in
The sweet lips and walking up with many questionable decisions and the smell of
Walking the next morning with some peas and neckbones in the kitchen brewin' and
Sweet, sweet, sweet music and making lists of dreams that some want to lose weight and
Others wishing for a better life and plotting, plotting away
A Lot 7 Poem
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The Colors of Many: A Collection of Poems
PoetryThese poems can make anybody feel things: love, desire and sadness.
