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Moya Pierre Poem
The city never sleeps,
The drunkards,the homeless and the lonely weep,
The hum of engines, the icy bite of the midnight air,
The busy bus stations where,
People come and go as they please,
But at night there is no ease,
For the bright lights continue to flair on,
The demons and dangers that lurk in the shadows are never gone,
The pavement is your wondering path,
The buildings become giants who could unleash their wrath,
Streets signs are like a blurred vision,
A quick step u take to ease the tension,
The noise stirs up and you just listen,
Time no longer has meaning,
You keep drifting and leaning,
to wherever your adventurous notions lead you.
Copyright © Moya Pierre | Year Posted 2015
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Moya Pierre Poem
In the darkness here i lay,
Next to you, here i stay,
Through the soft whispers of the wind and in the gentle rain,
I feel at peace, there is no pain,
Hands intertwined,souls connected,
I didnt think my cold heart could be so affected,
By your lovely ways and enchanting grace,
By the kind and loving smile on your face,
So by candle-light almost invisible to eachother,
We are as one,together,
Heart beats colliding in unison,
Mesmerized by eachothers presence we just listen,
To the inhalation and exhalation of air,
To the burning of candle wax creating the amosphers,
Hearing eachothers words without a word being said,
Closed eyes sharing a tender moment in this bed.
Copyright © Moya Pierre | Year Posted 2015
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