there are angels in the bedroom
there's a demon in the bark
there are echoes in the cellar
when the dark falls its black dark
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there are fishes on my wish list
there are chickens in my head
there's a garden in the hill weeds
vava's laughter is my med
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there are colors in the future
there are flowers from the past
there are babies in the distance
on their far off pathies cast
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there's a spring horse painted purple
there is buttman aiming west
there are eyes no matter where you look
to say its all a test
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there is magic in the rainbows
there's been praying for the rain
there were lessons not to fire work
there's talk were taught in vain
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there is happy in my heart place
there is rebirth in the air
and it all goes round in circles
from there to here to there
YOU ARE READING
*breathe in deep, hold on tight, eye to eye, grin to grin, fall on in, please...
Puisia short collection of sometimes delightful, sometimes sad, sometimes dark poems. there's a little something for everyone. you may see biker poetry, love, lust, and revenge. something new every so often, so visit when you need to escape the everyd...
