Daryl Kang

The city skies were filled with stars,
all gone by the lights of our man made scars.
Each hanging precariously on stores and signs,
We never look back what we've left behind.
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The man in the poem is a real guy I see talking to the skies everytime I come home from school. He will sit on a bench and mumble and smile to the sky above. This inspired me too write a short poem about this man.

The man he sits on the green public bench,
His eyes all wrinkled his shirt all drench.
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Her eyes glittered as I kneeled down,
My hands in my pocket my hand on my crown,
And I asked her the 3 love cues,
She laugh and smiled and said I do.
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Over the oceans my body lies,
Above the water as it touch the sky.

My soul is gone without her love.
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My hands all wet,
My head in blur.
As I awoke
From this drowsy slur.
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With it's lustrous laminated feather,
with it's mighty silver- black wings,
With it's weathered and chipped beak,
The crow perched high in his throne of twigs.
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