Reminders
The midnight sun reminds me of myself;
Alone; silent; beautiful.
The fireflies of the sky surround me;
But they do not speak.
They remind me of ourselves;
Distant; glowing; small.
The shade painted circular top to this world
Covers the harmful beyond.
It reminds me of you;
Mysterious; questionable; wonderful.
Poetry by Zoey xX
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Written on 2010-01-11 at 04:38
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