Nicole Marcelino Poems

She is but a dying lass
That looks out of the window of glass,
She hear the rain softly tapping,
As the trees kept on dancing.
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Royals, Nobles, Kings and Queens
All of them have treasures by all means,
But mine is worth more,
They are my friends that I adore.
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Small Little Things, Flowers are.
Whenever I think of them, near or afar,
A Smile Appears on my Face,
as I try to keep up with the pace!
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True, we can buy so much with money,
Yet there is one thing we can't buy truly!
It is the people we call 'friends',
Those gained when our adventures ends.
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I flip through the simple pages,
Wondering through the thousand stages.
In this play, I play so much roles,
All of them having different goals!
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