Posted on 16 March, 2017
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The wind hugs around the trees
Dashing its fury on branches and its leaves
The seasons are changing
And the birds tweet their heart felt goodbyes
The land will be dead now
At least for a little while
Category: PoetryTags: amwriting, nature, Poem, Poetry
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Bones are that which keeps you here
Turn to dust and your soul will yield
Forgive this old fool
For the mistakes he’ve made
Leave me be and let the past fade
Fire rained over our heads
fume from the rocks seethed out of the ocean
Everything is quiet now
Except the gulls who shrieked and shuffled happily
Their meals now properly boiled
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