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Sonnet
Rothya James
Girl, smother thyself with blankets of fear?
Ah! Thou shalt perish by weight; kept to bare.
Thou wilt die inside, slain by thineself dear;
denying thyself a world, a world’s care.
Look, what folly there is in taken heed
at every nice smile or a reaching hand.
While a stranger is just what thee may need
to break thy spell; such deserted lone land.
Quit thy fears! Cast them at careless wisp wind;
let them tumble and toss thy heartless thing.
Know that thee hast found in me a good friend,
that love may bend; as winter doth for spring.
Least of all, let thine have this fine new day
to spend in beauty’s charm; love falls that way.
© Rothya James Patterson
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Meeting Elton John for the first time. Rothya James writes mystery novels and resides in Texas. Read more about his exciting past now!
Wish I had a nickle for all I've never done I'd rake up the money and give it to a fund Wish I had a dime for all the things I did I'd take that money show people how to live Wish I had paradise at the drop of a hat Wish I hit life's curveballs with a gold plated bat Wish I had the good times and none of the blues Wish the world was all good friends and everything was cool Wish I had a tight squeeze to leave the porch light on Wish I'd see that smile of yours each morning with the dawn Wish I had a real wish a wish that could come true The wish to wish one wish and I'd wish that wish for you © Rothya James
