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Poem #5 (of a series of poems for Boo) (Free verse) by Owner of the Sky Everyday, I walk as if in water;
And my words are trapped in bubbles,
Floating upwards, forever without end,
But always failing to reach you.
I want to grab your smile,
Filter it through the dying leaves,
Through the first promise
Of death in autum,
To marry it to the earth
So that the whole world can know you,
Can know what it feels
To be touched by you.
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