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Jae Airgead Poem
Crystal lines with their
sparkling sides glistening in
early morning light.
Evergreen, dripping with heavy white blankets.
Rabbits hiding in their snug little
boroughs, safe from the chill.
Snow rising high, into drifts and mounds that dwarf the trees.
The sun glitters off everything,
magnified by the icy prisms.
A red cardinal perched upon a silvery-green bough.
Ever watchful, welcoming winter with his cranberry plumage.
A crystal winter in the tranquil forest land.
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Soft sun, dripping through
the trees, landing on
her smiling face.
Waves made of laughter
crashing down in dreams
lost in the cool light.
Gone are the days of
fanciful sights and gold memories.
Now she has seashell thoughts and
ocean air dreams.
Wind and salt against her skin,
soft, crushed powder beneath her tanned feet.
Smelling sea breezes calms her mind.
Melodies that the ocean plays just for her,
making her soul dance.
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The days grow shorter. With each moon-rise there
are newly deceased leaves resting on the cold,
frost-covered soil.
Their lace-like edges adorned with death's crystal kiss.
Forever red, never green again. Their death paints the forests
with vibrant colors, and no one stops to mourn the loss of life.
The trees let go of their dead outer furs, showing bare, ugly bones.
Their skeletons stand starkly against a pale winter's sky, and
only then does it seem fitting, because the bones now mourn
the red ones, forever gone.
But after a few bitter-cold months,
small cocoons start to form along the tree's barren limbs,
promising life during the new season.
They forget their lost red coat and sing for the green yet to come.
For they will look alive again. Forgetting the red death.
Seen as skeletons no more.
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Across the cool, blue ocean,
a love will wait, but maybe not.
Two halves that make a whole,
impossibly perfect, or so they thought.
For she found another half
that fits like they were made to be together.
But the deserted half still whispers,
"I'm yours", as the tears fall.
Broken. Cracked. Fragile.
Never to be whole again.
And as she thinks about who she left,
She regrets it, because the sea
calls to her, lamenting her choice
and speaking of his broken heart.
She goes to the water and stands waist deep.
The sea shows her his agony, and it makes her heart bleed,
soon she will breathe her last.
Blood dripping into the sea to fix his shattered being.
Drop by drop he will be renewed,
but she must cease to exist.
Blood falling into the sea until the last drop has left her body.
Her reward for breaking him, is breaking herself.
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