P O E S I A

The sleeping Sun, I heard, is up and out

That’s one thing I am glad to hear about

For yesterday when bitter twilights bite

I stood outside and looked but no one’s in sight

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Like snows that cover the hills and plains

I knew warmer days will soon come my way

Why God hath made the stark winter cold

If summer wouldn’t come to heal afterall?

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The eastern sparrows and mocking- birds too

One morning they’d sing me a happy song or two

Soon, rivers melt and leaves get wet with dew

As the breeze softly whispers of a life anew!

                                        -yvetteauroredecroix’06-

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Copyright 2006 Y.CROIX. All rights reserved.

Empty pathways puffed with dust,

Sleepy cobwebs sewn too fast,

Faucets blanched by aging rust,

Roses burnt in summer gusts…

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These and slits on stuccoed walls,

Glanced at dreary stranger’s call,

Chimes soon echoed thru the halls,

And found you standing at my door!

                    yvetteauroredecroix’06

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I revere every human being as if they were my own siblings.

My patience is as thick as the surviving columns of the Parthenon.

I know that lots of people are willing to forgive but not forget.

I can do both, unconditionally.

No ifs.

No buts.

Unconditionally.

Never to close my door to anyone, that’s my intention.

Your shortcomings I would never take against you.

I see every man’s worth better than his flaws or imperfections.

And if this is wrong, then so be it.

I love my friends as they are.

They mean everything to me.

Everything.

And I mean everything.

Hurt them and you’ll piss me off.

I swear you’d never like me when I am.

I demand…

Respect.