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By the river we sat, the fish squirm below. They remind me of speckled dirt. A stone flies, spattering rings of a tree which show our life over the short years. The insects that sing and thrive during a Summer day relish in a sun so warm it brightens our skin turning it deep red as the maple leaves when autumn shows its cold shoulder. The color slowly hurts as the harsh winds hit our cheeks with a slap full of rules and stricter discipline. Distance is not the only thing that grows between us. Snow drops appear slowly, yet I sit waiting by the river for you. Chills form, I stand as still as the snow. Leaving footprints of longing, I backtrack every time I spot a piece of fresh grass sprouting out of the blank blanket; A new-born friend, that is very weak. Searching for a replacement as time grows. The river thaws, Winter ends, bringing Spring in poor conditions. Mud has encased the entirety of the water. So thick, it is a disturbing smell, or it could be you I think of so fondly. Your booming voice has never been so clear; Bringing a rain so soft, it makes me tremble under its pressure as you shed all my tears.
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Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 9:14 PM UTC
Seasonal Hues
By the river we sat, the fish squirm below. They remind me of speckled dirt. A stone flies, spattering rings of a tree which show our life over the short years. The insects that sing and thrive during a Summer day relish in a sun so warm it brightens our skin turning it deep red as the maple leaves when autumn shows its cold shoulder. The color slowly hurts as the harsh winds hit our cheeks with a slap full of rules and stricter discipline. Distance is not the only thing that grows between us. Snow drops appear slowly, yet I sit waiting by the river for you. Chills form, I stand as still as the snow. Leaving footprints of longing, I backtrack every time I spot a piece of fresh grass sprouting out of the blank blanket; A new-born friend, that is very weak. Searching for a replacement as time grows. The river thaws, Winter ends, bringing Spring in poor conditions. Mud has encased the entirety of the water. So thick, it is a disturbing smell, or it could be you I think of so fondly. Your booming voice has never been so clear; Bringing a rain so soft, it makes me tremble under its pressure as you shed all my tears.
This is for class, let me know if you like it please :)
Ms-Chipp
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Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 9:14 PM UTC
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