I am

June 15, 2009
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I am the star that doesn’t shin so bright
I am the child that knows no happiness
I am the crisp winter breeze that knocks off your hat
I am a wild rose that has too many thorns
I am the sea telling tails of fallen sailors to their loved ones
I am the moon that rises to the top but falls by day
Who am I other than hatred and destruction?
I am the lunar flower that when day is black and at night white as snow
I am the child who sees what others can’t
I am the rain that hits a blue figure as he walks home
I am the wind that calms a newborn pup down
Can I really be caring and loving?





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