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Julia P. Poem
As summer turns to fall; a chill moves through the air,
The beauty of nature; like those of flowers; are in their final days,
Such delicate ones; who call outdoors their home,
Their roots engraved into the ground,
The sun is their nurturer; who showers them with life,
To grow; to survive; to dance in the rain,
Without rays of warmth; they cannot go on,
Fading with every last breath,
A heart could be similar; as is mine,
Fragile and soft; like petals of flowers,
The warmth that flowed through these veins; has become watered-down,
Shifting to a bitter cold; waiting for the storm to pass,
Love is a disease; I cannot fight,
For a life without love; without a cure; is a lost cause.
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Sand, sun, ocean breeze, clear blue water at my knees,
Exotic places, smiling faces, little kids are running bases,
Ice cream sundaes, laid-back Monday's,
Laughing aloud without a care, chlorine dripping from my hair,
Riding bikes at the park, staying out until after dark.
Summertime.
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As I lie down on my bed,
A comfy pillow rests my head,
When I start to close my eyes,
I then let out a gloomy sigh,
I want to go back to a time,
A time when life was most sublime.
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;* On the door; hangs a wreath full of berries,
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; Berries that glimmer in evergreen branches,
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; Branches that give much elegance and meaning,
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; Meaning of Christmas; a holiday of spirit.
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