morning walking
lingering on
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There was this little willow tree,
That lived for many seasons;
It had its branches wild and free,
Without giving any reasons.
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Winter's pale roses
Always long for cold
On windows frosty poses
Until the ice can't hold
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The birds have flown together
And found their ways at last.
Day is nearly gone into the forest dark
With passions the hours gave,
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Poems of summer are like butterflies,
On colorful wings they faraway go,
Into the forest where flowers seed grow
And a gust from the wind falls down and dies.
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Feelings are painless or pain such is music,
Life eternally on of joy and sorrow;
Each of its own half of what we do sic,
Not of the same way as that of tomorrow.
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Light symphonies play,
before cold dawn makes a day
- twilight's misty way.
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The leaves are all dead,
and summer dreams aforesaid
- better springs ahead.
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If ever there was
A true love
It was in the ways
We were taught
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ICT overdose and its 'comatose'
I'm under its spell once again
'Cause I and my keyboard are close
Both within its contrast terrain
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