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Tara Obregon Poem
I cry for the seasons,
They change so often,
A familiar feeling,
A kindred connection.
They carry on without a question,
And we patiently wait,
For our favorite season to arrive.
I wish for myself to be gleaming with excitement,
When Change arrives at the doorstep of my thoughts.
Instead of fighting the inevitable force of my negative aggressions,
I will gracefully hang my ever changing visions from a stained glass vine.
I will accept the transitions of thoughts,
Just like the seasons so easily transition to the earth’s melody.
Copyright © Tara Obregon | Year Posted 2022
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Tara Obregon Poem
Under the moonlight
He sees her eyes
Once They embrace,
The stars, they rise
Day after day,
the sun shines for them, so it be
Someday they will find a place
To Carve their names onto a tree
Roses in her amber stained hair,
Daisies in his spring basil eyes
They are one until the earth turns to dust,
They will grow old and together be lovingly wise.
Copyright © Tara Obregon | Year Posted 2022
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Tara Obregon Poem
The wind sweeps my soft soul away
A prayer and a kiss couldn’t prepare me to stay.
My silence impedes so loudly, with no end.
A lifetime of making amends could be my only friend.
A fault and a flaw are the results of my ever changing mind,
To live sensibly, leaving my troublesome wits behind.
I will pick the scarlet roses in the garden at sunrise,
Bury them in my soul while the coldness in me dies
Copyright © Tara Obregon | Year Posted 2022
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