August 2011
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Her Lovely Morning Elegance
This poem is for someone but not about someone.
Her lovely morning elegance, she wears.
As she looks for him at the top of the stairs .
The glistening sound, of the flowing swears.
At the World, to his girl, to people that don’t care.
To the search, at the hurt, to the people that don’t share. His pain
But in between the hate and quarrels of men
We find that it’s always been
We find...