Natural Occurances Poem by Denice Woods

Natural Occurances

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Tears fall like morning dew,
Not once but twice I am losing you,
You are like the air I breathe.
And I crave each breath more and more.
To touch you was to lay in the tall grass,
On a warm summer day,
I laid there drinking in all of your beauty.
Now I'm tasting the bitterness of my tears,
Falling like morning dew,
My air supply is no more,
And I lay shameless in the dead of the winter,
Waiting for the tall grass to come again.
It's the same old thing
Happening to us once again.

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