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Nothing Stays

I come back to this spot,
at the end of the summer,
right as the maples decide
it is time for a change of color.
And as I sit here without you,
I feel the sanctity,
the secrecy that was once here
slip slowly from my mind,
leaving just a ragged park bench
off the side of an old dirt road



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gargar said...
Sept. 11, 2012 at 9:28 pm
Wow I think you did a great job capturing your emotions (and making readers feel them too)! I'm not sure if this is one of the two new poems you were talking about, but even so, I'm impressed by how u expressed so much, so vividly, in so few words. would you mind looking at some of my stuff (preferably my poems and the post i made in writers workshop?)
 
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