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Spindly arms reach out grasping air.
Swirls of amber, red, and orange.
It seems almost magical.
Dew coats the ground below,
Glistening in the light.
All is at peace.
The dawn sings
Hello
Friend.
Just a little thing that popped into my head while staring out of my bus' window this morning.
Long days spent gazing out the window.
"We'll have plenty of time to talk,
It is basically summer."
If we'd only known then
How short summer is.
The days slipped by.
Words unsaid,
Left with
Pain.
This is the first poem I've written in about a year. Any advice would be much appreciated so I can improve my writing!

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