How long does the moon have to shine, before they realize that the dim daylight has left them behind
How long does the cicada have to drone, before they realize that the white dove has took off and flown
How long does this life have to go on ,before they realize it was never really in their control
Florence m. Faye
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A Girl's Collection of Bad Poetry.
PoetryA collection of my poetry, ranging from jumbled thoughts, ethereal, hormonal and everything in between... It's a glimpse of what goes on in this hurricane of mind of mine.
