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Jackson Bussey Sep 2020
A golden day today shall be
The clouds are dark
The sky is bleak
Winds blow cold
They bite me deep
A golden day it is indeed!
Maybe there is something to be said about perspective, I have always been skeptical about such things, but maybe my days would be better if I just told myself they were good.
Jackson Bussey Sep 2020
My Emotions are close to nature
It listens to my laughter and feels the drips of my happy tears
And responds with warmth and light
Yet it also hears my gasping sobs
It listens closely and sometimes
Hears nothing
And even on those empty days
Where I give it nothing
It still gives me a sunset
With colors close to my heart
A gentle reminder that it is still there
Listening.
I often write my poems to help me process emotions, today has been a bad day, and right now the weather outside reflects it, but I also know in a few hours there will be a beautiful sunset. and things will begin to feel a little better.
Jackson Bussey Sep 2020
On the wind carried a Satyr's song
Which drove my heart to further long
For the time when her eyes would lock with mine
And my world was blinded by their pristine shine
For a flash the world held only us
Until the wind blew another gust
And reluctantly I moved on
Searching for another song.

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