In the garden of knowledge, where the sun sets low,
Weary petals droop as gentle breezes blow.
The fountain of learning, its waters run dry,
A quiet hum of tiredness, a soft sigh.
The clock ticks slow, a lullaby of time,
In the dance of exhaustion, a subtle mime.
But in the quiet of evening's gentle embrace,
I find solace in rest, a peaceful place.
They say I hate you,
But I never really did.
All I do is suffocate my sadness into nothing at all - like you taught me;
Because I don't know what else to do.
I see grief everywhere around me;
In 7 pm,
In cans of Appalachia,
In the summer's hues, tulips unfurl,
like a rainbow toestry, petals whirl.
Amidst the wildlife in peaceful repose,
Nature's symphony in gentle prose.
The mourning doves melodies ring
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