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Danielle Merkley Poem
That big black train is coming;
You feel those deep vibrations.
It’s coming for you darling,
And all your sweet creations.
It knows all your sorrows;
It knows all your sins.
And when it comes for you,
There’s no doubt you will give in.
You see its glaring light,
Blinding deep into your soul.
It will hypnotize your mind;
The pain will take its toll.
You know there’s no escaping.
There’s nowhere for you to run.
For when you see it coming,
You will soon be done.
That big black train is coming,
And you’re waiting on the tracks.
You know you’ve lost the battle;
There’s no chance of turning back.
Copyright © Danielle Merkley | Year Posted 2015
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Danielle Merkley Poem
A sparrow flies,
Through painted skies.
Shades of glorious blues.
Wings spread wide.
He softly glides,
Through the painted sky.
Over oceans,
Waves in motion.
Through the painted sky.
Through the clouds.
Small but proud.
In his painted skies.
He sings a song,
Blissful and strong,
Of the painted skies.
Skies of blue,
So pure and true.
He sings of painted skies.
Copyright © Danielle Merkley | Year Posted 2015
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