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Kirsten Claire Apr 2014
Apathy is a green willow
Green, the symbol of nature, life, fertility
Apathy, the lack thereof
Is this the willow's destiny?
Kirsten Claire Apr 2014
Giving life to wind
This is how the breeze survives
Its upbeat manner
Kirsten Claire Apr 2014
Looking around stood a single daffodil
Standing atop the hill
All alone with dry grass
Grass that was unable to grow
Trying to take poor flower down

Because the little daffodil was brave
Another one grew by his side
Until many then began to join
They all grew around the once lonely flower
Until they were a strong army

The sun blazed down
And held the army well
Then a chill filled the air
And all the leaves fell

Time passed and they stood strong
But with time, things change
The seasons passed and they all evanesced
The remnants of a strong army

The winter was long
And everything was silent
The icy particles lay over the dead flowers
Blanketing them in a dense blanket

Eventually the sun’s rays melted away the snow
Leaving a drowned field of almost gone flowers
The flowers attempted to come alive
But the ground was too wet
Kirsten Claire Apr 2014
The love at first felt so sweet
It was one she wanted to keep
But the more she held
The less he felt
She sang his song once again
His love would not amend
Her senses faded
It was love that she hated
Many said to move on
But how could she forget her song
His love was like an ember
Barely lit in the fire
So where her loneliness will go
Is where the daffodils grow
A letter poem~

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