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Feb 2011
Words will never be enough
Dancing around the idea
Never conveying its depth
Filling the air with empty space
Useless when needed the most

Looking at the shining green leaves
Filtering the daylight
Some dry up and float
Softly in the wind
Crisp breezes taste like cider
Next to a warm fire

And yet

Where is the passion
That stirs when looking out
Feeling the breeze
Bite your nose, tussle your hair
Where is the unexplained joy
for festivities soon to follow
Where is the loneliness
That rises when looking up
At the bare branches
Catching the last rays of sun
Until the buds of spring

What can words do?
Attempting do describe
The depth of life
The intensity of emotion
Never able to completely succeed

I am an island
No words will allow
Anyone to know
The breadth of emotion
Written by
K Severin
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