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I woke 
to the billowing curtains 
blowing in the breeze,
and the scent of jasmine 
just outside my window.

This once perfect garden now sparse:
the unkempt grass,
the bougainvillea, and
the persimmon tree that we loathe--
an over-abundance of ripening fruit.

The early morning sun
casts a hazy pillar of light 
on my bedroom floor.

Don't wake me up.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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Date: 11/1/2008 7:06:00 PM
All three to the finals - wow - Judging by your poetry it's very understandable - Great writing, congratulations and God Bless
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