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february twenty-third
by Ava Blu
when i find a way through the shades over my eyes,
i feel like you are my dandelion
that i won't blow away;
you are my hope and faith
even though i've always been
a hopeless and faithless
person.02/23/2009 Posted on 02/23/2009
Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/23/09 at 08:47 PM You start off with a great image, and then just bring us right to the blunt, absolute truth. You often do that brillianty as a matter of form, and this one definitely notes that great talent. |
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