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Amanda Dennis May 2013
Bright spots shine against sweet oblivion
The only source of illumination;
They dance to the beat of the sun and moon
Twinkling, swirling, I think I’ll swoon;
Awe-inspiring for those who deem to look
Though I pray they can be my pers’nal nook;
All look, but I hope that only I see
The true beauty, held deep within for me.
Your eyes are like the dazzling stars I see
Flitting from one emotion to the next
They, unwav’ring in their feeling for me;
Reverent, I reach out to claim you as mine
But no one can ever claim something so free;
You remain far away, and I vexed.

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