You skin so
fair
Your sensuality
brings a pause
To a
carnival of the fair
Moving
around the dance floor
You’re a genius
of words
Surrounded by
a gallant
Proud shy
Sometimes in
despair
Strawberries
that may seem bitter
Eyes that
light up
In the most
Unusual way
Writing out
your soundings
Not always
aware of your surroundings
Daddy and
the yew tree
You’re morning song plays out
Your poppies
in October
Yew are the
most talented poet
In breath I take
you in
In words I speak
of you
In my
strawberry fields
I sentiment
your talents
Boston’s
daughter
Born to be
free
Ariel and the
bell jar
Look how far
you came
Winning
Pulitzer’s prize
How I longed
to see
The happiness
in those
Amazing captivating
eyes
Nothing
lives for ever
You do
Your words
live on
In our hearts
Your readings
are strong
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