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May 2015
A time to write
I might be sounding a little polite
But its words that explore
Happiness and joy in writing that just can’t ignore
Words combing drama and emotion
The vision of one’s life past involving an ocean
The moment of one’s inner heart ready to shout
At one’s last look, there was some doubt
Yet a tomorrow was only a reflection of yesterday
The breeze in feeling at ease
Appreciation and being well pleased
Words followed, and that is what helped overcoming sorrow
Sentences that helped to relax
Overcoming that feeling of being perplexed
But as the sun arose
The writing was the realization in what was supposed
Words became the music
Sentences being the applause
The sunshine being the inspiration
But at the end, an accomplished spirit
The rainbow hand being merit
A poem not needing a name
It is all about thought that shall remain.
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
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