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When I closed my eyes
There is a grow in sight
Of blossoming petals
Uniting in their own stems.
I wish we could live in a world with no divorce so that children could grow in the right path along side their parents.
A united family :)
(War Time)

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum-trees in tremulous white;

Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

— The End —