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Jenny Pan Poem
A long forgotten box right there it lies,
Concealed by recent study documents,
I wonder what the secrets there may rise,
Surrounded by a stack of ornaments,
I clean the dust on top of everything,
And close my eyes to fall into the past,
With who, and where, did I put on that ring?
Excited, hoping for a memorable blast!
The precious box held tightly in my lap,
Closed shut with locks that break irrevocably,
Which means once broke will forever cause a gap,
Perhaps I should not venture recklessly.
What’s past is past and I should not look back.
In case I find the proof of where I lack.
Copyright © Jenny Pan | Year Posted 2020
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Jenny Pan Poem
Destroying, devastating, and demanding,
However we forget to cherish
What we take for granted.
The earth can feel the pain.
The forest can feel the apathy of human beings.
The ocean is almost choked by our waste.
The Australian fire
Punishes the world,
Admonishes the people
To care
To protect
The continent we live on
We breathe in and out.
Preserving, appreciating, and protecting.
We should recycle garbage,
And conserve water.
Copyright © Jenny Pan | Year Posted 2020
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