Sydny Triplett

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April In December 


Walking along an empty, lonely path;

I fight my piercing, damning thoughts.

Alas, I came upon an Angel in wrath;

Castaway, as a naked soul of naught.


Peering her eyes; where sadness lies;

I fell helpless, upon a bleeding heart.

Never had I ever heard, angelic cries;

Until the day, I drew close from apart.


Fleeting dreams of holding her flew;

Softly we'd dance, from adjoined hips.

Wrapping her to me, like color to hue;

Followed by; a taste of her sacred lips.


Once night drew long, then grew cold;

Softly slipping; it's a heart I now hold!

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