someone left a poem in my notebook
I think that's great
youre a kiss of sunshine
on my cheek
use the white light
regretting nothing
as my garden angel falls asleep
sadness waits at my door with you
silly creatures of death
in the light they glow
so brisk, before the moth falls
few know your beauty but me
as you waste oxygen, asphyxiating hope
the starving children have pot bellies too
I hope the hidden message in the first letters isn't for me :)
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