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7pm
They say I hate you,
But I never really did.
All I do is suffocate my sadness into nothing at all - like you taught me;
Because I don't know what else to do.
I see grief everywhere around me;
In 7 pm,
In cans of Appalachia, -
Poetry Practice: Summer Colors
In the summer's hues, tulips unfurl,
like a rainbow toestry, petals whirl.
Amidst the wildlife in peaceful repose,
Nature's symphony in gentle prose.
The mourning doves melodies ring
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Poetry Practice: School Sleep
In the garden of knowledge, where the sun sets low,
Weary petals droop as gentle breezes blow.
The fountain of learning, its waters run dry,
A quiet hum of tiredness, a soft sigh. -
Poetry Practice: Night to Dawn
In the still of night,
Shadows dance and play.
Soft moonlight fades,
As stars begin to sway.
Silent whispers ofDarkness start to fade;
As first light of dawn
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Wisp Wind
You've left me alone
But the world keeps on spinning
I am bleeding endlessly.
And I don’t know what to do.
I forget the color of your eyes
And the smell of your mountain breath.
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Red Clover
I dream of him less than I used to –
But our story always starts the same.
I am small, and his oil-stained hands hold me like the Red Clover,
So tightly that I think he’ll never let me go.