Armand Poetry

Welcome to Armand Poetry. The poems (and other words) here are composed for my own thought and amusement. Comment and discussion are welcome. -Amore, Armand-

Monday, July 11, 2005

Near Water

Black to white was never as true
But it helps me push on through
To believe there was a dancing spark
And the ocean is as smooth as glass

The curving handle of my umbrella
Never felt so good under a winter's moon
At my appointed time, the sudden rain
And the ocean bubbles milky white

Now here with me, forgetting
And the ocean is moving slowly south

With you
And the ocean laughs with every sigh


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