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About This Poem
I Miss You
Oh this winter;
Begone
The cold made bitter with a relentless wind;
Begone
Please, Spring, push
it back
Lean, shove, melt
it back
Summer warmth
I miss you
Severe clear days
I miss you
Horses hot breath,
Smell of rain,
I miss you.
Lazy river,
lulling heart beats
into a molasses dream.
A stick with a leaf sail
steers through diamonds
as the sun-sparkles reflect
off the idle meandering purposeless river.
I miss you.
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