poetry (148)

Play Day

Blowing breezesRip leaves from branches prematurelyThe air is cooledBy the brush of a stormThe world seems so perfectBlue skies and soft cloudsThe breeze calms the sunNice to be outsideIt feels like a play dayA day to sit and feel the breeze on your faceTo watch in awe at the glorious world around youThe many hues of green and brown and blueThe amazing complexity of a flower, any flowerToday God is happy
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A Quiet Night Alone

A colorless sunset disappearsMelancholy underlies a quiet night aloneItchy feet and restless thoughtsNo sleep for the wearyWhite noise fills the space reserved for real emotionCrippled mind and clogged heartRegurgitating memories trying to feel myselfComfort in the absence of painA vapid existenceA quiet night alone
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