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Rachelli Zachary Poem
My Oak.
My oak is nothing but.
My oak is strong but fragile
My oak is fierce but frightened.
My oak is joyous but gloomy.
My oak is nothing but.
My oak.
My oak is here but miles away.
My oak is savage but gentle.
My oak is giving but not really.
My oak is nothing but.
My oak.
My oak is drifting but grounded.
My oak is letting go but not.
My oak is my mind but fading.
My oak is nothing but.
My oak.
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Rachelli Zachary Poem
On one cloudy fall day.
On one cloudy fall day, a breath was taken when you past by me.
On one cloudy fall day, the gates to my heart were opened when you glimpse at me.
On one cloudy fall day, the world stopped spinning when you whispered towards me.
On one cloudy fall day, love was born when you knew me.
On one cloudy fall day, you went through and took a breath with me.
On one cloudy fall day, words were carved on my heart and it was just for me.
On one cloudy fall day, a door was shut when you let go of me.
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On one cloudy fall day, the wind stopped blowing when you accost me.
On one cloudy fall day, love died and so did burning flame in me.
On one cloudy fall day, hope vanished away and there was no more me.
Copyright © Rachelli Zachary | Year Posted 2018
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