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brandon nagley Nov 2015

Daughter of God
Apple of heaven;
How saccharine
Thou art; mine
Rose of leaven.


Hallow, thou art;
Glistering child.
Thine strand's
Art dark; an
Onyx stone


Haunt mine mind,
Cometh on in; forget
Past time's, soulmate;
Best friend. Anew we
Hath become: where
brook's of spirit arriveth
By the sun.


None needing, nor want's
None falsehood here;
Or clown-like stunt's,
Just the purity
Of thine tender kiss.


So wish thine wish,
And dream thy dream's;
When thou shalt wakest
Up: thou shalt be staring
Into the eye's of thy king.

©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)

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