Raindrops
...It was the raindrops, that were tapping on my window pane
that night you left
packed your bags, calling the yellow cab
and driving away into the Red Sun.
I prayed you'd come back, but never did you r...
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Categories:
pattened, beautiful, beauty, best friend,
Form: Romanticism
My Persian Queen
...From the Gardens of Babylon,
to the walkways of Palestina,
to the grand temples of Jerusalism,
to the sandy beaches of Syria and Cyprus.
Went my Persian Queen riding,
upon her golden, firery chariot....
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Categories:
pattened, beach, body, care, city,
Form: Romanticism