Friday, December 30, 2011

Poem 50 - My Girl

I really don't know
How she did it
But I find it hard
To let go and quit.

By just the thought
A mere imagination
Is but all enough
Flaring my emotion.

It's hard to hide
The smile in my face
Her lingering memory
I love to chase.

In the crowd
I search for her
Seeking every face
Praying she's near.

And at day's end
When I close my eyes
I'll dream of her
Til the coming sunrise.



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