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Written: June 25, 2023 ______________________________________________________________ April noises and dawn heart roused me, A symphony of awakening, yet I felt misery. Confusion lingered such a cloud in my mind. Yet I still desire morning comfort, which I find. Spring sounds in the fall are a marvel to behold. Life's wonders amaze me; my spirit is untold. Youth, such as spring, filled with vibrant cheer, But the forties, a season of alter, draw near. The wind blows a flower without paean or reason. Summer's honey-laden fruit recalls life's cannily reunion. Such as poet's song, I crave secrecy and the unknown. To accept the necessity, my impatience has outgrown Today, I seek patience—the art of waiting. In this need, bending of cosmos is dimly creating. With spry passion, your eyes perceive stillness. As mind unravels a mystery, an avowal to life's richness. Beauty defined my universe, and ugliness was despised. But mild years have lifted the veil and opened my eyes. What I deemed nasty and odious, a blinder on my sight, Wool in my ears, blocking out the unfamiliar light. As a child, I loved flowers; their innocence was so pure. But now I view their thorns, guarding their allure. Without protection, they would wither and die. A reminder that innocence needs to be fortified. "Winter is a thief," I declared as a child. robbed the earth of her sun-woven garment, leaving her wild. Now that I grasp the sense of rebirth and rejuvenation, The wind ripped away the aged, giving a fresh creation. "How elfin am I?" I pondered in my youth's naive bliss. Grasping the sun and stars is within reach—a divine kiss. Age has brought my youth closer, bridging the gap. The size of aloneness weighs little—just a faint tap. In my youth, the moon and tides held sway. Controlling my every move, guiding the way. But now that I stand firm on this strand of life, Roots seek the earth's heart, reaching for rife.

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Date: 6/25/2023 4:40:00 PM
Beautifully written. So much depth to wrap my mind around.
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Date: 6/25/2023 12:47:00 PM
- Spring is a beautiful symphony of awakening - Waiting in the long dark wintertime takes real patience - Even though the roots grow old I still love the flowers - A wonderful poem, Las :) - hugs
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