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I'm looking at this page thinking of how to begin Afraid, scared, of what they will say and will my words turn to sin
Will they say it is lame? Before they've even read it? That's how we play the game And every word, I've written, I've meant it
The page is filling up now I'm having more and more to say whipping the sweat off my brow This poem has formed, Smooth as clay. Starring through the closed Window
Hush Red, green, and yellow Living by the wind Being pushed and pulled in both directions
Blinding fire burning in glory yellow, orange, and red Forever
Shiver, Shiver When
When all the stars have turned to dust and the sun crumbles into sand then what will happen to what's left of us How much of us can you demand?
When volcanoes erupt Spewing lava everywhere Will humans say they've had enough Or will they even care?
When the Ice Age is afresh and Humans leave this Earth leaving their marks and a wish Not to give up hope for rebirth
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As the Seasons change to Autumn.
Crystallized Hopes Formed with the new season As the heat begins to rise Those hopes shatter.
Green dreams Swaying in the wind rising higher Those hopes falling to their deaths. The Last Cloudy and dull falling to the ground rivers filled full
The last rose of summer wilted and dead forever forgotten left in its dread
The last leaf of Autumn Discolored and brown crunched on the sidewalk from the muddy streets in town
The last snow of winter run through and cold Frosty is melting Christmas stories having been told. |
