By 2006 By Letrice Hopkins
Most days I spend reminiscing...
I didn't know whether to put this in poems about...
Do you believe in Re-birth...
Why should color matter
To every through and through...
Waiting...
Always waiting...
I heard the ripples drawn
Eclipse of wondrous peace...
Molten metal fornicating
in madness...
Flicking Through Pages Of you
Of Things Id ought to know...
Normally i will stare,
Normally i will dare...
When we found out you had cancer,
It hit me you could die...
Remember when you were young and a diva
remember when you couldnt stay still...
I am put into a square object,
I close my eyes tightly...
**This poem is called a 4 senses poem, in this...
The soft airy ocean...