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WHY
Alice R-P Feb 2016
WHY
White.
All white.
The ground, the sky.
Late.
Too late?
To ask myself why.
Alice R-P May 2015
Here in the midst of the nature I lay,
On the petals of the fragile Bluebells.
And the Blue Stars and the Yellow Stars,
Surrounded by their tantalizing smell.

Will You show me the way,
My Blues and Yellows,
At the times I go astray.

My little Bluebells oh so lovely-
Can You play me my dearest song,
When I am blue and head feels heavy.

And You over there,
My Small Blue Wonder,
From You I ask the simple things.
Please fill me with the life and wonder,
So I could go and spread my wings.
Alice R-P Sep 2016
Want You,
Yes,
Miss you,
Yes,
Hug you,
Yes,
Kiss you,
Yes.
Hold me,
Yes,
Take me,
Yes.
At the altar
To you,
I'll say
I do.

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