Michael Sedique Poems

Winter is here,
For which I come to be
Reborn from the shallow blanket of wicked, white layers of
Ice.
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Birth,
Life,
Death.
Our cycles that have limits for all living things.
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The day has finally arrived,
It's our graduation time,
From now till then, we'll look back on this diploma,
Knowing that we reached this far, knowing that we can do anything if we just put our minds to it.
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