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I believe
That there is such a thing
As new life.
For different people
It comes in different ways.
In the new green grass
Tenderly poking its head up
After an early April downpour.
The small, unsteady legs of a newborn calf
An hour after birth
As it tries to stand for the first time.
The minute details that few notice,
Buds still green
Waving gently in the wind
One would never guess that come sunrise they will open
Slowly, subtly, but steadily.
This is the magic that is Spring.
Rising dew on a newly sewn spider web.
A butterfly lighting softly on a flower in full bloom.
In these, we come close to perfection,
As close as we will get
This side of heaven.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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FrancesOstolaza said...
Dec. 26, 2009 at 9:51 am
This poem Reminds of what an ancient Philosopher say “everyday you are born with a clean slate”.
 
FrancesOstolaza said...
Dec. 26, 2009 at 9:48 am
this poem reminds me of what an ancient Philosopher sead. "ever day u are born with a clean slate"
 
Paig3Cagl3 said...
Nov. 6, 2009 at 2:47 pm
This poem has great flow and insight.
I really enjoyed it.
Lovely poem darling =]
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