The world is a confusion,
It's true, I know,
But please, let me confuse you,
A little bit more,
With a thought, that fades her heart,
Then makes it glow,
And makes her realize, in the storm,
Is where she'll grow.
Let's talk about a bear,
Two colors, opposite to each other,
One pitch dark, as charcoal,
And the other white, as snow,
On the trees, in the forest,
They climb and aimlessly roam,
Oh how relatable,
To her panda on the phone.
Let's talk about pride,
It continues to fight,
With you, and your own,
But shedding a bitter, and heavy tear,
For a million minuets, that blow,
In the wind, and melt like the snow,
I would say maybe it's not pride but fear.
You'll never know.
Let's talk about a smile,
That's hidden under the snow,
A sweet smile, under the snow white fur,
Of her panda on the phone,
You'll not see it well,
Unless you look very close,
A sneak peak maybe,
Cause her panda is on the phone.
Let's talk about me,
I'm a poem she wrote,
What's on her mind, in and out I know,
I buried them all, under each stanza, I spoke,
Oh please don't panic,
He might not read me, he might not know,
This too will float, in the air and go,
Cause he's her panda on the phone.
-Debra R. N. Ludwick-
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