P O E S I A

I would move these oars, pull to sail away -

To the open seas…

Just to be with thee!

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If I’d spread my wings, fly and glide as vast -

As the eye can see…

Can I be with thee?

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Shall I brave the night, travel far and wide -

Till the morning glee…

So I could reach thee?

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But my Dad, if these wouldn’t set you free -

Then I’d stay and wait…

Wait till I meet thee!

                                         -yvetteauroredecroix’06-

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To Fernan.

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Copyright 2006 Y.CROIX. All rights reserved.

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