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Brianna Florence Poem
What is it? By Brianna Florence
It defines us,
It takes control of our minds, directing our every action,
It is not blind, it is deliberate,
It is a devotion impelling us to sacrifice selfish thoughts,
It saves us, changes lives,
It protects when the world turns against us,
It never fails, it possess everlasting power,
It changes lives,
It is more than deep affection, more than having butterflies,
It is more than just romance.
It is love.
Copyright © Brianna Florence | Year Posted 2016
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Brianna Florence Poem
Unconsciously, she lay there,
Stiffly beneath the covers,
Mummers, desperate murmurs escape from her sleep.
She speaks clearly,
As if it were not a dream,
She vents angrily,
As if it were not a dream,
She repents honestly,
As if it were not a dream
Her words pour out,
Harsh and truthful.
Suddenly, she awakens,
Her murmurs, desperate murmurs have escaped into reality.
When morning breaks,
She speaks words of prosperity,
She repeats them constantly,
The one and only true way to capture her nightly murmurs.
Copyright © Brianna Florence | Year Posted 2017
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Brianna Florence Poem
It floats high, abandoning all problems
It wonders with the wind, following nature
It glistens in the sun, revealing its beauty
It makes the children laugh
It brings joy to all ages
It is smooth, light, and delicate
It is transparent, yet reflects the rainbow
It is precious, fragile, and free
It is my utopia
It’s pure, perfect presence is short lived
I long for another one, only to watch it disperse before my eyes
Copyright © Brianna Florence | Year Posted 2017
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