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  Mar 2016 105D11
Jeni B123
The world is white.
It is full of different shades of white.
Is the world white?
Some days I feel as though the world is black, but that may just be the darkest shade of white.
I know the world has dark days, but that is all they are.
Twenty-four hours pass and the world transforms into grey.
Grey is a color of the new world that will replace the old.
A dingy, broken place becomes just a little bit brighter.
I know someday this world will be such a light grey, it will once again return to its former glory.
When that day arrives we can only hope the changing world has changed us as well to a new color.
The color of a blank slate.
The color of hope.
  Mar 2016 105D11
v i c t o r i a
rainless morning, awoken by comforting delicate taps on my window
velvet curtains lifted and fragile opalescent feathers revealed
the hummingbird sings songs for you
and my heart flutters in time with the tune
thanks for reading ❤
105D11 Mar 2016
The tree.
It’s waving at
to come out. Run away from
Here. This prison, holding me back from my
                                                       ­                      longing.

I hate it Here.

I need to go. I need to run away from
Run to
That tree…
I dream of the other tree.
The tree under which we promised with our
Promised that
we will have each other, without having to
                    ­                     ....Run.
But maybe,
if we want,
we will run anyway.

The tree keeps waving at me.
*It hasn’t given up.
I won't give up.
  Feb 2016 105D11
Got Guanxi
i changed a £50 note

into pennys for you;

but you still want change.
105D11 Feb 2016
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
***I do not own this poem or any of the rights to it; I found it and am reposting it from another cite.
  Feb 2016 105D11
Robert Frost
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.
  Feb 2016 105D11
Robert Frost
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
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