Yvonne Darlene Hogan Poems

The fire dances,
reflecting in my eyes
crackling like the wind
The bones of trees ignite!
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the day will age to night
and my story will be all i write
about the times we have had
we will dance upon lakes
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All the hate you dream in your heart
has it faded yet?
All the paint that an artist tears apart
the canvas will forget...
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Never, have I felt so victimized
In your hands, you have me.
You are the point at which the wounds
Stop bleeding
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The sight in one's eyes.
The fire can never die.
The beauty that it is not only love,
But indeed drive.
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The wind calls thoroughly through the trees,
But yet no one hears
the sound of it calling
fragile as snapping bones
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