ODE TO MY BOOK

 

 

Nothing can be as fine

As the dear book of mine.

It might not be sold in a big bookstore,

But you will not find one to offer more.

It was created with much love and hope,

Even though it wasn’t blessed by a Pope.

It has my blood, sweat, and tears.

Might raise many of your fears.

It has action, murder, and romance.

I can even do a little dance.

Please try it and you’ll see

It has the best of me. 


THE DEAD GAME

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AN ODE TO THE CLOUDS

The clouds hold our tears.
They hold our hopes and dreams.
Circling us with their never-ending movement.
A special dance among the stars in heaven.
Protecting us from the harsh rays of the sun.
Keep moving and evolving, 
beautiful clouds,
like our dreams that you hold so dear.

ODE TO MY BOOK

Nothing can be as fine

As the dear book of mine.

It might not be sold in a big bookstore,

But you will not find one to offer more.

It was created with much love and hope,

Even though it wasn’t blessed by a Pope.

It has my blood, sweat, and tears.

Might raise many of your fears.

It has action, murder, and romance.

I can even do a little dance.

Please try it and you’ll see

It has the best of me.


THE DEAD GAME

AN ODE TO THE CLOUDS

The clouds.

The clouds hold our tears.

They hold our hopes and dreams.

Circling us with their never-ending movement.

A special dance among the stars in heaven.

Protecting us from the harsh rays of the sun.

Keep moving and evolving, beautiful clouds,

like our dreams that you hold so dear.