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Let sunlight spring as I from bed,
Brace on the world's hiding shroud.
I stride through fields, atop my head
A light fedora sewn of cloud.
Don't get me right, I love the wrong,
The moment dumb and hedonistic,
Not laid out to a fated song:
To win or lose it all, to risk it.
Still hang on to forget-me-nots,
Sweet roses from when hearts were warmer,
And to them ever turn your thoughts,
Till new times come, succeed the former.
But harvest youth as days go by,
And bask in wheat fields, come through rye.




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jennee21_ann said...
today at 3:12 pm:
this is so great! the rhyming is always so perfect and it flows perfect! i love the title, because the whole time reading the poem you kind of keep that in the back of your mind! seriously! great, 5 stars (: would you mind checking out my new piece ' screaming, hitting, moving on.? i'd love some feedback! thanks! amazing, once again (:
 
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