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www.djburnham.com, Poetry written i n the 1980's, Poetry, Lyrics, Prose, David Burnham, D.J. Burnham, Dave Burnham
How do you say?
As the roots of a tree push through
As the brown leaves dive to feed them,
As new love blossoms in spring,
A lonely heart yearns to open.
Of these I am sure,
For these I can trust.
A token strains to break free,
Desire burns in the soul,
A chance amplifies in a bewitched mind,
Words form and long to be spoken.
Of these I am unsure,
By these I am tortured.
Courage will prevail,
With the smile of good fortune,
For she is only a door away,
And day's dawn has almost broken.
Of this wish I am sure,
Of this wish I am certain.
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