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Poetry Practice: School Sleep
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. -
Poetry Practice: Night to Dawn
In the still of night,
Shadows dance and play.
Soft moonlight fades,
As stars begin to sway.
Silent whispers ofDarkness start to fade;
As first light of dawn
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Wisp Wind
You've left me alone
But the world keeps on spinning
I am bleeding endlessly.
And I don’t know what to do.
I forget the color of your eyes
And the smell of your mountain breath.
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Red Clover
I dream of him less than I used to –
But our story always starts the same.
I am small, and his oil-stained hands hold me like the Red Clover,
So tightly that I think he’ll never let me go.
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Blue Hour
It is 4 in the morning and I am alone.
I sit my sadness on the willow tree.
And the Earth is covered in a thousand shards of heaven;
Like a kaleidoscope, rainbows fall through the trees. -
Haiku: ‘45
Beautiful wasteland;
Rainbows refracting onto
Stairs of heavens gate.