Robots Ate Your Grandma

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Thursday, June 08, 2006

A Seaside Waltz

This is something that is supposed to have been written a year ago, but as it stands, it wasn't. They say better late than never, so here it is. This is written for somebody I lost.

A Seaside Waltz (For rou-rou)

let the pale moonlight guide
our steps across the sands

take me little lady and slide
to the music of the band

let the wind kiss your hair
as we move in the twilight

let the waters crash and dare
the day to never come in sight

twist and let the warmth flow
across my soul and into yours

pretend the waves will slow
feel, forget grief and remorse

why not take my hand for this dance
let's sway to the night's tunes
into a blue ocean of chance

rGalang
06/08/2006

Addendum:
I love this poem, I do. Its one of the most heartfelt ones I've written, and while the fact remains it is all but a useless composition, wherein the receiver doesnt even want anything to do with it -- i love it nonetheless. Perhaps I can reuse it sometime and give it to some other girl who would at least appreciate it -- haha! poem recycling. very nice. and very cheap at that.\(^^)/

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