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A meadow filled with flowers
Where the sun shines strong for hours
The little girl there, she smiles
Running free for endless miles

A tree stands center stage
The air filled with lavender and sage
The grass adorned with bugs and dew
This is her home, her world so perfect and new

Colors mix with colors
Bleeding colors into colors
The wind it blows from all directions
Her eyes they close from lost perceptions

The leaves they rattle and shake
She feels her childhood completely break
Adolescents coming fast in childhood’s wake
Flashes of bad decisions she soon will make

Growing up too fast
Her childish world not bound to last
Now seeing the world from the eyes of others
Black and white there are no colors


The wind is stale with hollow screams
Her world now filled with broken dreams
The lone tree now gnarled and bent
All her energy and faith completely spent

A meadow filled with withered flowers
Where the moon now shines for endless hours
The old woman there, she cannot smile
Nor run and run for half a mile


A fallen tree at center stage
The air smelling of death and rage
The grass now full of fungus and mold
This is her nightmare, her world so distorted and old





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KnitsandPurls said...
Aug. 12, 2012 at 9:42 am
wow. This poem is full of beautiful rhymes, effective imagery, and is a work of art. thanks for sharing. :)
 
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