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Dakota's Creative Corner
Exploring the color purple and shooting stars through poetry.
Purple
Purple penguins, Butterfly,
Come to me, then touch the sky.
A whisper on a cold night,
I hear this whisper with delight.
This whisper is of what I said,
Purple, was in my head.
You're a Shooting Star Away from Mine
The tape, tried its best,
to hold it together.
But it will never stay
that is, when we shall grow
our separate ways,
until the end of our life.
I wish the best for you
and many others.
But in my opinion,
I hope you understand
who you are dealing with,
who's taking a stand
in this separation.
So your choice,
because I have a lot of time
to the future
but no time for the past.
Is this our last day, or mine?
If it's both of us,
we will move from
the gravestone of darkness,
without a bond between us.
Where will we go,
down below
or up in the heavenly sky?
The sunsets bite, of the good,
until then spirits, till the end,
do you get the fact
that you said
you want to move on?
Because, I do.
This is not a song, a poem,
if you want to dance along.
But I have no time left,
the hour glass, black sand,
fell, like my life,
1000 chances.
Still can't get it right.