This post is covering week 22, 23, and 24.

I’m sorry that I’ve been away for a few weeks. I did not give up though! School (tests and papers) and family matter have been eating up my time. You just have to do what you have to do. However, I am back and stronger than ever. I think I’ve got quite a bit of variety and inspiration in this collection right here. One of the biggest inspirations is Lost Odyssey’s Thousand Years of Dreams stories. I highly recommend reading them when you have the time. They’re excellent.

As usual, for those of you who do not know why I am doing this, I will quote my first article here:

“I have realized that a great way to keep sane when you’re busy (especially with very tedious work) is to keep your creativity flowing. So recently, I have decided to start a sort of creative goal for myself. I’m going to write 365 poems. That is one every day without stopping. This is all free form and off the cuff. So if it’s short, long, good, and/or crap, that is up for you to decide.”

Please enjoy.

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My best friend forced me to read her favorite book “The Thief of Always.” I’m very glad she did, because it really is an excellent book. I was thinking of the more fantastical aspects of the book, coupled with Alice in Wonderland. So the combination of those two inspirations created this monstrosity.

March, 6^th 2017

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World of Opposites

May the darkness shine down
As the magma froze the leaves
That solidified the water
While experiencing vertigo on the ground
Because the bricks were just a curtain
That could be passed through like glass
So fluid is that opaque sheen
Where a face could not be viewed
The down sofa was so tough
It was hard to pin with needles
And the air was cool enough to walk on
Since the mattresses needed to be replaced
They have been getting kind of dull
Summer was too cold for that design
And winter has never been so hot
At least it's calming during the rain indoors
Hello to my dog, hello to the ants
They made me a cup of Joe for a midnight drink
Just before work when I needed it most
The caffeine always puts me right to sleep
The cars make the best offices
With zero being the most productive
The earth is so high up in the morning
Such A lovely dawn in the green sky
I turned the TV off for some good comedy
Reaching in the microwave for a snack
Had to throw it in the fridge to warm it up
Just an ordinary day in the world
Yes,
Nothing unusual in the world of opposites

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I really do think our younger generation is starting to forget to listen to the history that older, wiser people learn and teach. They either are too absorbed into themselves to listen, or too defiant to care. I’m no exception to this, but at least I am aware of my own mistakes. Some people do not realize they are actually repeating history before it’s too late.

March, 7^th 2017

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Listen to Those Years

The old are truly the wise
For if you don't listen
It will be your demise

Teachings that surpass your life
If you're ever lost on its mission
Things Don't change much in time

There's the good, but more so the bad
And those moments that make eyes glisten
Grief, joy, and hilarity can be had

"Stay honest with yourself,
Don't protect others with fiction,
Ask if you need help,

Question everything your ears hear
For the meanings that are hidden,
Overcome your irrational fears"

Yes, those years bring words of simplicity
Expecting Complexity with what's written
But it's best to overcome that naivety

Because a keen ear brings many presents
Widening the scope of your narrow vision
Edifying yourself with their great presence

But if you just walk on by
Their book will be quickly jettisoned
And that will most definitely be your demise

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No matter your decisions, your past is always with you, and it always follows you. This can be a good or a bad thing depending on your decisions (or the decisions of the people around you). Do whatever you can to make the best choices.

March, 8^th 2017

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A.K.A. The Past

Turning on the inside
It's pain is ever present
Since those days long ago
With a mentality that's regressive
It's impossible to hide
From haunting memories
Of the abuse never shown
Being unconsciously obsessive

Blaming everyone else
For what they can't see
Losing all hope
In everything
Knowing it doesn't help
To say nothing
Especially since I know
It's all because of me

The one who causes this
Is not another
It's hard to resist
Pain's strange comfort
There could be a list
Of the losses I cover
And I always seem to visit
Destruction's juncture

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This piece is inspired by long relationships or marriages that don’t last. It’s as simple as that.

March, 9^th 2017

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Cold Ember

It's unfortunate the end was so dire
Noncommittal to each other's desires
Is it really so common to be a liar?
A cold ember does not ignite with fire

There's a fondness when I remember
Those nights we'd lie together
Permanence that lasts forever
Even when we deceived each other

The little moments, I grabbed your hand
You held tight, I felt you understand
On a foundation that we planned
Now immaturity I would reprimand

Those moments were so long ago
Now we're at each other's throats
Those moments were so long ago
Yet, I can't seem to let go...

I've tried to strive higher
I've tried to end my stubborn desires
You can patch up a snapped wire
But a cold ember cannot ignite with fire

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People can make irrational decisions and pursue things irrationally, even when it only ends up in sadness. It’s an unfortunate thing the way the human mind works.

March, 10^th 2017

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Owned Derision

Really, I must be crazy
To continue going on like this
Thinking I matter more
To those who have forgotten
Because I can't seem to
Things stick with me
Usually the good things
Or at least, I think so
I still think about them
Even when they're gone
And there's no chance to ever meet
Desirably or otherwise
The fatality within myself
For every friend I hurt
However, I cannot forget
The stronger the bond
The more difficult I am
It's a worsening effect
I complain about bullshit
That I cause myself
Really, I must be crazy
To continue going on like this
You're all so important to me
But I can't seem to find harmony
I think I deserve more
Which rightfully receives none
Because he who begs
Shall not complain
Otherwise receive nothing
The choices are the same
Attached to a reasonable name
Who knows my reasoning
Not even I understand myself
And every night I stare at the ceiling
Crying for no one's help
No matter who listens
I'm Irrationally imprisoned
Destroying myself from the outside in
It's amazing what the mind can do
No drugs, no drink, no vice
Just myself awake at night
Understanding why
Contradicting my lies
Really, I must be crazy
To continue going on like this

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This piece is inspired by the excellent songwriter Jim Croce. He’s always had a great way of expressing bittersweet moments in his writing. That bittersweet style is what I attempt to emulate here.

March, 11^th 2017

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Time's Gifts

Riding down across the highway
Brings back times I wouldn't give up
Of you and me spending everyday
Together feeling dumbstruck

The feelings of greed time's given to me
To have memory is truly a blessing
Since those days are gone, and you've moved along
I hope I'm not alone in reminiscing

Life moves on ever forward
Like repainted stripes on streets at night
To dreams we were hoping for
And Whatever might that felt so right

For the birds still fly over the dusk
Whether we kiss or hug again
The sunset's beauty is a must
Like yours that's ever present

The feelings of greed time's given to me
To have memory is truly a blessing
Since those days are gone, and you've moved along
I hope I'm not alone in reminiscing

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It’s always great knowing that someone has your back when you’re at your lowest and is willing to cheer you along when you need it. I don’t think I can ever give enough to do the same for my best friends, but I appreciate everything they’ve done for me for than anything.

March, 12^th 2017

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The Importance of...

They matter so much to me
And for them I would give up anything
Because I know they will guarantee
A strong support in my suffering

They already see the words in my sigh
See right through my smiling disguise
It doesn't even cross my mind to lie
With trust like a family till the day we die

With a charm that works on everyone
Oh how I miss the days that have gone
When the distance between us is so long
I look forward to the holidays history has drawn

Because they matter so much to me
And for them, I would give up anything
Because I know they will guarantee
A strong support in my suffering

The importance of friends

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This is a dark piece about regret, really. It can be interpreted in many different ways. It’s a pretentious effort!

March, 13^th 2017

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Dead Wind On the Water

Lowly
Dead wind on the water
Frigid enough for a blue hue
Stoic reluctance
Mother's embrace
Shapes now form
Dead wind on the water
Just so many yards away
Trusting the look on your face
Knowing the truth again
Frigid enough for a blue hue
Disease runs rampant
Garnering destruction
The forest was alive
Stoic reluctance
Gone without a trace
A gust staggers my balance
The ripples are still
Despite
Their stoic reluctance
Nothing is gained
Once again in this body
Water engulfs everything
Openly embracing
Mother's pain
Just so many yards down
It's freezing alone
Lowly

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I’ve been replaying a game called Lost Odyssey, and the think that has intrigued me the most about that game is its “Thousand Years of Dreams” stories littered throughout the game. These are excellently written stories about the main character of Lost Odyssey, Kaim, who cannot die. Almost all of the stories are about loss in some way shape or form, or some kind of experience only an immortal would see. They’re extremely well written. I recommend reading them when you have the time. This piece was inspired by one of those stories called “Little Liar.”

March, 14^th 2017

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Ruth

She walks on thin lines
Crossing them only slightly
Deriving everything through time
Brandishing her fists mightily

She stood up to the force
Against all odds
On this bumpy course
Of reluctant nods

She couldn't express her truth
Since the risk was too great
Living lies since her youth
Through endless pain

They used her up
Without permission
Until they had enough
Deepen the incision

The day the lights roared above
Given away in the night
In this house devoid of love
After many years of fights

Left scars deep in her skin
Most outside our vision
Distorting regular views akin
To a wild wolf's decisions

She wants what she never had
But doesn't know how to express it
Retreating from anything close to that
Still learning to accept it

She walks on thin lines
Crossing them only slightly
Deriving everything through time
Brandishing her fists mightily

She's constantly in fear
Of expressing her truth
Will anyone be there
To listen to old girl Ruth?

Will anyone listen to her?

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It really is a quandary why people overthink things. It’s a nice skill when used in the right way, however, it’s can be very destructive. Many friendships, relationships, families, and more can be ruined due to overthinking on negative thoughts. Why do we do it? Read the title.

March, 15^th 2017

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I Don't Know?

Why does the mind overthink so?
Taking a silence for a day as revolt
When reality has only struck a blow
But the mind takes it to unreasonable lows

It's shouldn't be a reason to cause blame
For the "one" time you're right against shame
Because those that love you really do
Which doesn't stop because of the days you lose

A clear conscience is the best one
And if they really are full of wrong
Then you didn't waste so much time
Overthinking hurts more than your mind

To be vindictive is to fall victim
To the decadence of the social system
When your small group and family trust
That you'll always be there when you must

Why does the mind overthink so?
An overbearing book can still be closed
Maturity still has many days to grow
Even when you think you already know

I don't know?

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This piece is dedicated to someone very close to me.

March, 16^th 2017

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Because You're There

You coax me along
To places I think I don't belong
They always end very strong
And they never feel wrong
Since your support is a guide
I cannot be stripped of my hide
I can walk again, with a stride
Failure is when you never try

Those fears I couldn't face alone
My transparent facade you've known
If life ever changes it's tone
Don't hesitate to call this your home
Your presence alone improves the day
That infectious smile, those memorable ways
Everyone's enchanted by your gaze
Wherever you are is where I'd want to stay

Believe me when I say you're amazing
Sometimes a poem is how I say these things
It's like you have life on a string
Giving others that old familiar sting
That days are worth living in life
And on that notion you're always right
You help me realize that all the time
All I can do is give back with some of my rhymes

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It’s good to ground yourself when you realize you’re starting to take everything for granted. Be as realistic as possible and learn that things in your life can be much worse. It’s quite a pity I have to remind myself how lucky I am for what I have; my safety, my friends, my family, not worrying about food, etc.

March, 17^th 2017

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Too Privileged

I get everything that I want
All the things I ask for,
All the time I need,
All the schooling of people's dreams,
All of the attention I want
But the appreciation falls away
What is it that's causing disappointment?
Since others can't eat,
Or sleep without worry,
Or can't see a doctor,
Or drink clean water,
Among other things
Even in the first world, here
There are people who suffer
I need to see what I have
I need look at the people around me
I need to see my family
I need to improve myself
The house I live in,
The things I have,
The ones I love,
The food I eat,
The safety I feel,
I need to appreciate all of these things.
End my pity any way I can,
Because there's no reason,
Absolutely no reason for it

I should understand the side I don't live on,
And take what I have with veneration
The problems that I have are not so big
As to end the work others are doing for me
The pride I hold is not worth it
Those things are utterly worthless
Because I let them down when I am down
When all they want is to see me otherwise

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I tend to talk about this topic a lot because I know many people who fall into this trap. It’s great to be nice to others and do your best to be a nice person. However, you can be too nice and be nice to the wrong people. Sometimes forgiveness can be taken advantage of, and it’s best to learn when to let go and find people who actually appreciate you.

March, 18^th 2017

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Naïve Charity

It causes more than advice
Brings more regret than wanted
Never understanding the reason
For the ongoing grievance
Seldom to commit a vice
Learning what you’ve flaunted
Advantaged by those who are leaving
Your own kindness to be deceiving

Oppressed by that naivety
Lost in that essence
Pushed to the side
Now becoming the straggler
Because repayment is a rarity
Ignorant in adolescence
Opposites always collide
Enough of that will leave you haggard

Clouded within clarity
Hurt by your own charity
Because people don’t appreciate
They don’t appreciate
Seldom will they venerate
Because it’s okay to be late
Stop living so haphazardly
And dispel this melancholy

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The past is the past. It’s best to not relive it.

March, 19^th 2017

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It's Behind Us

The memories that time has given us
Are not always good
But there's another side to that coin you flip
Those nights we had out were pure bliss
Maybe we could-
But that's all behind us now
I still think of those times somehow
Like when we pushed the car to its limits
So strong that a Lamborghini couldn't mimic
The skies are vaster than we know
Just go to the desert
Look at the stars from where you sit
See showers that rain down comets
Maybe we could-
But that's all behind us now
Those days that we want to disavow
The songs that plays I always turn off
Giving like I was paying you off
To keep you around just to cut you off
Because love is a road I'm always veering off
Moving on is the best for us both
In the end, this poem is only a note
No, this isn't the first one I wrote
But it's the last one you'll know
All I can do to that is sigh
Because we both know I can't lie
We both know the reason why
We both know each other's cry
We both couldn't say goodbye
We both loved each other in life...
Maybe we could-
No, that's all behind us now
That's all behind us now...

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I think we all know what this is about.

March, 20^th 2017

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Who’s a Good Boy?

Elegant and vindictive
If you're hurt within his vision
It's his constant mission
To calm your nerves in situations

Love is all he knows
If you treat him like he should
His only vice is food
He'd steal it from you if he could

And he’ll always be by your side
He’s never quick to anger
He’ll protect you with his life
If you’re ever in any danger

With an aura so kind
Constantly grabbing attention
He can never tell a lie
But he watches television

You’ve seen him around
Shaking off the mud and grime
He’s always making a sound
When you’re in his sights

Even though he can be annoying
You know in your heart you don’t mind
He’s most certainly not boring
And a valuable use of your time

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This is another piece inspired by Lost Odyssey’s Thousand Years of Dreams stories. In particular, it is inspired by “The Talkative Mercenary.”

March, 21^st 2017

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The Mercenary

With eyes that won't stay open
I know this is the life I've chosen
The path that's laid ahead of me
Something only a mercenary sees

Divergent paths for either side
Neutrality does not exist this time
It's a decision made out of greed
I have suppressed my own morality

For every dollar I make is a life I take
Where mental images are forever made
It's getting to where I'm used to this
Something inside doesn't want me to believe it

How I feel truly doesn't matter
To the war, the troops, or the master
The goal is to move figure heads
Whether they're alive or dead?

That depends on who gets me first

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I don’t want to sound like a nagging person with this piece. It’s just a take on someone who wants to quit smoking, but can’t because it’s addicting. Or, at least I attempt to capture that.

March, 22^nd 2017

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Nicotine

I thought the grip was loose
"Addiction, that's not so obtuse"
But now, if I had the foresight to choose
I would full heartedly refuse

It started out as just an innocent thing
I heard all of the warnings
"They're just meandering"
But what a mistake I was making

The days grew longer and longer
As my cough got stronger and stronger
I may feel a bit better if I use a filter
But they better not contain any filler

"Maybe just one more" has increased its presence
I no longer feel any type of reluctance
It's like it's becoming my complacence
In the grave I dig of my own decadence

Just one puff to stop feeling restless
All of the nicotine I've ingested
I can't reverse this course I've imbedded
I've tried many times to beat the demon that's faceless

I feel the time that I've lost forever
As this habit's most definitely reassured
I would give anything to change this flavor
But oh well, that's just my conjecture

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Ignorance can really be bliss sometimes. Or you’re just overthinking on negativity. Be in the moment, and don’t worry about things you can’t change. Pardon this piece, it kind of rambles.

March, 23^rd 2017

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Burning Questions

My mind is burning on the inside
Burning with questions I can't answer
And questions I can't ask
Questions I shouldn't ask
The kind I want first, but leave last
My timing is the worst for the mast
After all of the wind has already gone
I'm left with a boat on a still pond
Waters don't run deep here
I'm just afraid of the notions I may hear
The ripples speak truths of my reason
Like how I treated you last season
And those truths I may end up believing
Your handling was so deceiving
I fell for what I was perceiving
Because what I got wasn't what I wanted
With images of it leaving me taunted
I can't get past these burning questions
The ones I can't answer
The ones I can't ask
The ones I shouldn't ask
I see now that you've given up on me
Which was the best choice, from what I see
It obviously wasn't meant to be
A truth I don't want to believe
Trusting the wind to carry you those miles
A reward for sticking it out a while
What you can get with a smile
And eyes so beautiful it's vile
It doesn't matter what I think anymore
I'm sure every thought is hyperbole
And whether any of it is true or not?
It really just doesn't matter anymore
So why am I burning inside?
Burning with questions I can't answer
And questions I can't ask
Questions I shouldn't ask
The kind I want first, but leave last
Love is a land narrow and vast
With courage I couldn't amass
It's my fault that I'm so sad
The truth I don't want to have
Things turn around oh so fast
Whatever makes you feel glad
I will support your resolve in that
I will always remember our past
As your future's opportunities open en masse

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I was walking on a trail near my home recently, and I decided to write about the forest I was in. What better inspiration than what is around you?

March, 24^th 2017

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Mother's Forest

Completely enveloped by nature
The sounds all around me
This is what mother created
Can only be expressed as astounding

The pressed leaves of a fresh home
The dead trees after a storm
Who knows what these forests know
The time that's elapsed since this tree was born

What lurks within is so frightening
But the same principles make it so exciting!
The sounds grow louder into the night
Hearing trades abilities with sight

In order to live they need to coexist
Otherwise their lost in the unending mist
As tales mingle into great bliss
The kind we don't see outside the forest

My mother created me
Mother created this scenery
Life sprung forth from greenery
Nature's course does the adapting

Breathe in the essence of life
Given to us by something divine
Where DNA run along similar lines
Show the stepping stones to time

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This is another piece about living in an oppressive environment. Most notably an oppressive marriage.

March, 25^th 2017

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Newfound Silence

The hate that wells up inside
Makes me want to destroy everything in sight
All I see are pillars of white
All I see are pillars of white
The truth is never right

Clinging to a lost cause
Handled behind the laws
Fiction from the jaws
Fiction from the jaws
Forever deepened in loss

The day it all went down
The color changed in this town
Not the second time around
Not the second time around
Played like a fucking clown

All these years I've handled it
Stuck in this darkness
Clenching my fists
Clenching my fists
That was when the rope split

Your eyes were like a deer's
Not ever knowing it's present fear
I will shed no more tears
I will shed no more tears
Now there's silence after all these years

I'm free from your clutches, "Dear."

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Yes! This is completely about dreams. It can be quite sad, but also strangely cathartic when you meet someone who has long past in your dream. However, you can also be someone completely different, or live in a world you can’t even imagine. Sounds like a paradox, but it has happened! Only in a dream!

March, 26^th 2017

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Only in a Dream

Some things only a dream can see
The impossible world that bends reality
You believe it to be truth until you come to
Those you know are different
The dead become the living
You feel like someone else

All of that depends on your perception
Some days deserve a good or bad reception
Traversing the town with no one around
In a country that doesn't exist
In a time that's already past
In a writer's world of inspiration

Sometimes it's far too short
Oh I wish I could see it once more
Stuck in the feeling of hazes so healing
You internalize the lessons
You burn them into your soul
Again, the dream never gets old

Growth is gained from those who perceive
Listening to the voices of those dreams
"Everything will be fine if you take your time,
Ponder on the things that matter,
Hold the people you love,
And I'll always be there for you."

The tears I feel on my cheek
To hear that voice again speak
Yes, I know what you'd say to me today
"Live life to its fullest,
Keep your head held high,
And get out there and strive, strive, strive!"

Some things only a dream can see
The impossible world that bends reality
You believe it to be truth until you come to
Those you know are different
The dead become the living
Can only be found in a dream

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I really am finding a lot of inspiration in the Thousand Years of Dreams stories from Lost Odyssey. This one is inspired by “Evening Bell,” “The Bread and Grandma Coto,” and my nature walks I’ve been taking recently.

March, 27^th 2017

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The Annual Harvest

Time is always on its next step
For nature to run its course
Replacing the remains that are left
Organically bringing up more
Rising under the golden sun
Through the love of what you cherish
Is a massive field of little ones
Just waiting to be nourished

The beauty of the setting sun
Over the golden autumn grain
From the windmills that always spun
When the wind patterns changed
The particles that glisten in the wind
From the life brought from the soil
Because the harvest is here again
It is time for us to toil

Separating the fruit from the plant
Gives meaning to those grown
Like a room becoming vacant
When a child turns into an adult
The past will always be here
For posterity to grab hold
Just plant the seeds again this year
For a new generation to unfold

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Thank you so much for reading. Please let me know if you have any feedback, thoughts, or topics for me to write about.