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C Mar 7
If I am to die any time soon
Please, lord, let it be on a Sunday afternoon;
Let it be 15 degrees with a slight breeze;
Let it be under a soft sky with a purple hue;
Let it put an end to me feeling so blue;
As the aeroplane trails fade out of sight,
Let the blackbird song lull me into night.
I resign!
Nishu Mathur Feb 28
Up and down we gently go
Round and around in a spell —
While the music softly plays
On the carousel.

Up and down on a summer night
Where smiles and laughter dwell
Astride a golden horse and lion
On the carousel.

We'll wave as the world goes by
And carry a tale to tell
Singing a song of childhood
On the carousel
Someday summer comes again,
Someday the sun does away with cold winds.
Winter doesn't last forever,
Winter will leave us soon.
I know we're at it's end,
I can see the light linger longer.
Winter will come to a close,
Winter snows have ceased their blow.
Someday the warm rays will melt the ice,
Someday stars will glow in a warm evening again.
It's felt like ages since the first snow fall of this ever-lasting winter.
Mina Feb 15
Life's a beach
Let's walk it, grab my hand.
Far from reach,
Yet right here she stands.
Poor or rich,
We're all on the same land.
Run and breach,
And yet, right here you'll stand.

Life’s a beach,
And I can't swim anymore.
But let's try it,
Let’s dance upon the shore.
Waves will reach,
Then drag us back once more.
Shells that preach
Of dreams we lost before.

Life's a beach,
And I'm eating sand.
Bleh... I'm tired I need someone
You think I speak of blood lineage,
Clearly I hold the whetstone,
But that's because you're dull.

Maybe,
I am.

From my shine, shimmer-
I'll stay solid as file;
Whether if needed firm or gentle,
Soft or abrasive.

In address to the west,
The rising sun.

At least, that's from our perspective.

From the hammer
Who shaped the stone.
Sticky summer evening,
Warm, young, beautiful.
Flitting throughout the night,
Bountiful bundles of fireflies.
Flickering in the breezes,
A soft golden mist.
New summer's evening,
Graced by the lightning bugs.
The Eire canal in Pittsford is home to many lightning bugs.
Nature Feb 13
Sun is overhead, temperature is high.
All are tired and removed the tie.
Prayed for rain, but no gain.
It emptied a river, it emptied a lane.
A sudden thunder hits a cloud,
Over bumped cloud, burst aloud.
Drops of water hits the land,
Satisfaction fills the mind.
A sudden splash stopped the rain.
It ends the Summer Rain!
Poets coming into Rochester,
Welcome to the perfect poetic city!
We're dark in November,
Blinding in May.
Sleepy streets,
Winding roads.
Dinner at a diner,
Welcome to your second home, it's a winner's city for sure.
If you ever come to Rochester I suggest you come in the summer or fall. Stay up late and wake up early, eat at the diners (not the chain ones), visit the pier down at Seabreeze, and make sure to get an air bnb so you can have a backyard fire late into the night.
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