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I Promise, Poetry by Sky Boivin

I stopped by your grave yesterday.
I was just passing through.
As I got closer to the cemetery,
I pulled in and drove up the driveway.
I found the faucet with no problem.
And I found you with no problems.
I wiped off the grass clippings.
I put my fingers to my lips and

Maiden Divine, Poetry by Dr. Mansur Hasib

Shy eyes turn away, when mine are bold
And glances never meet.
Smiles light up, and cheeks are red
But eyes are at her feet.
Her hand trembles, voice quivers
While saying a mellow, “Hi!”
But when I am going, a sparkling tear,
She’s holding in her eye.