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Feb 2015
The sun was low in the west one winters day
When I realized you were gone.
A raindrop fell from my eye,
And created a puddle on your t-shirt.

California has never been so cold.
It took your smokey breath away as you exhaled slowly.
So every night I inhale our memories;
Thinking it is keeping you alive.

The first day of spring is tomorrow.
A day of new beginnings.
Maybe I'll buy a ticket to Boston,
And start a new sunrise; instead of watching it set.

Don't worry darling, I won't forget
When the leaves were dying, and so was your heart.
I'll hold onto your whispers in the wind,
And feel your brilliant, shining smile on my summer kissed skin.
this was a class project to write a poem from a line of Whitman.
Nicole Holland
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