MY POEMS, Lauren [reading diary .txt] 📗

the day I ran away,
mommy and daddy are the monsters.


The soft lullaby

The spray of the salty crisp white foam, the old longing for home,
the siren ocean will captivate your heart, a yearning so strong, unable to part,
the birds sing their lullaby, gently floating on the sky,
stuck in the middle, not above or bellow, drifting along with the flow,
the waves softly splash, the time slowly passes in a flash,
a never ending ocean, their own world set in motion,
an untouched beauty, with it's own duty,
not owned by man but free for its life span.

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Publication Date: 11-13-2011

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