Sharron Stephenson Poems

the snow that falls, which makes for,
the perfect day,
a new year which follows,
means that the world has,
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to have lost the most important person or,
possession you have,
can be the beginning of the frozen world,
a silent moment as you watch nature,
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dropp by drip the clear waters,
from the eyes foam tears,
which with the power of emotions,
endenvours the saddness on the face,
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hear my cries listen to the whispers,
from this dusty mind,
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make a splash,
control a wave,
the emotions flows like a dam,
open the ocean,
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the rain may fall,
in the darkness,
as the pain sinks the heart,
the brave and the weak,
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to chase away the blues,
with a mind of a child,

to catch the soul,
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when you look outside your window,
what do you see,
the sun that shines with gold,
nature so unique and quite,
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to free the love in your heart,
first break down the walls,
that barricades the soul,
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stranded on this little,
world,
without someone to love,
or care,
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