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I stole a glance

you stole my heart
They say poets rely
on the convenience of words
but words were never convenient
as there are only stares in creation
and tears in destruction
Words only come in between
  Jul 2014 Brittany Zedalis
Ady
Reminiscing,
like an old lady in the Autumn of life.
A play on words, um maybe.
  Jul 2014 Brittany Zedalis
Marian
In hunter forests, I dance
Trying to feel little sparks of joy
The rays that brighten my dismal path
Beneath a canopy of emerald, I dance
Feeling more and more joy by the second
I shed goodbye to life's hardships
Just for a little while
And dance all alone in the misty woods
My broken wings have mended enough
So that I can at least hover a few feet off the ground
And so with happiness inside my chest, I fly
When nighttime comes beneath the silvery shadows
Of yonder shining full moon
And while holding hands with the fairies in a circle
Together we dance
Scent of honeysuckle rains bring healing to my soul
And so with the gentle rain, I dance
Gracefully like the forest fawns
That jump over fallen trees and branches
Today I will forget pain for a little while
Step underneath the roof of trees
And dance away all my fears
And say goodbye to my ever falling tears
That mingle the rain
And so, I dance, and feel carefree

*~Marian~
Thought I'd Try To Write Something A Little More
Happier Just Like Sir Atul Suggested!!! :) ~~~~~~<3
A Special Thank You To: My Mom & Dad For Encouraging Me,
Atul For Suggesting I Write Something Happy,
& Last But Not Least CA Guilfoyle Whose Lovely Poems
Inspired This One!! ~~~~~<3
Thank You All & Let Us Take A Bow!! :) ~~~~~<3
Maybe I don't want to be Gatsby anymore.
What if Daisy stood beside the green light and stared back for a while?
Maybe then Gatsby wouldn't have died alone.
It kills me to think that you might not be thinking of me.
I crave tall buildings that touch the sky,
and crowded streets filled with people on their way to their destinations.

But I also long for the openness of land and fresh air. Freedom and solitude. The quietness of a cool brisk morning.
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