friend poetry

here lies a most beautiful lady
the agony of having too much power
be patient, life, when love is at the gate
with the sunset
the air is like a butterfly
as a white candle
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
over the river, on the hill
have you not heard
take my bracelets
up from the meadows rich with corn
all my love for my sweet
passing through huddled and ugly walls