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Alicia Sep 2021
I spread my pain like dandelions
in one quick whisper of a breath
no longer will it take from me
I have decided to let go of my slow death
misty-eyed I watch them float
to the green grass below
let the seeds that festered
begin a second growth
as they flower I see
the beauty of letting go
Prerna Sinha Sep 2014
When waves cross those shores with noise
There await miles of sand to be drenched
Shells from the depth of ocean emerge
When sun shines through the trees  tall,
There sleep the birds to chirp
And owls  close their eyes to dawn
As night sets in with darkness so deep
So walk and bark the animals of prey,
To hunt and  feed on the weaker
Winds that strike the blossoming flowers
Those leaves of green wither away
For furs of birds shrink in pain
Fire spreads through fleet of trees
Branches and logs lie in burns
The living bones and wings tarnished
Animals die, trees shrink and flowers wither
Nature lives beyond beauty,till eternity.

— The End —