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The blinding sun of winter,
Beating on sad souls.
Where snow runs deep on the ground outside,
Compacting under our feet.
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The leaves, they dance with a rhythm so light
As they float down on this cool autumn night.
There's not telling where they will land
As they wisp through the air and flow near a band,
...

Sadness, it locks up my soul and shuts my world down.
I sit here with an invisible crown,
of clouds.
When my body lies down the clouds form over me and start to rain,
...

With in my mind, I thought I knew
That I dare not travel back,
This road so dark, dim, and blue,
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His heart who has loved, is filled with delight,
Though beats of remorse could ring through.
The airs of the dreamer fill up the night
As their dream ship sails into the blue.
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Golden birds can't calm my soul
The fire has grown too large
And devours my being whol.
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But soft! What light through yonder window break?
As day-by-day I feel a love so true.
It has to be the sun to whom I wake,
And love and smile at, all the day through.
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Wherever you are, I will follow,
As far as the farthest shore.
Because, Baby, when I’m with you
“I could not ask for more.”
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It’s a mixture of happiness and sadness
With a blend of reds, oranges and yellows
In a ribbon of color.
The blues and the greens tangle themselves within
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She lies there, with her face down.
Floating on an endless stream
Lifeless limbs, bloodless veins
Had no time to scream.
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Dark eyes, dark hair
And scruffy beyond repair.
But I don’t care,
I wonder.
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Every evening I awake at the mid of night,
I look to the sky and feel a rush of wind
And as I look beside me, the moon reflects a sight
Of a wolf that barks to the gigantic orb.
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I sit in my bed and look to my walls.
They’re plain with a thick coat of blue.
No posters of “hot guys”, no pictures at all,
I stare out the window into gloom.
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Sarah2 McMahon Biography

Hi. My name is Sarah. I am currently 17 and I am a soon-to-be senior in high school. I was always looking for a site to get constructive criticism of my work and actually just get my work read. If you look at the source of all of my poems except one (The Fire Inside, which was written by my friend Tim) it will say 'By Me' or 'An original poem by me'. All of these poems were written by me and only me. I hope to get some comments on them someday because I want to hear what you guys think. Please don't be hesitant to say something you don't like about it! It's all things I can learn and think about while I'm writing my next poems! :) Thank you so much.)

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Weary Winter

The blinding sun of winter,
Beating on sad souls.
Where snow runs deep on the ground outside,
Compacting under our feet.

Beating on sad souls,
The hail of Christmas past,
Compacting under our feet
And endangering our path.

The hail of Christmas past
Falls heavy with the storms.
When endangering our pat,
The trees sway heavy with scorn.

Hail falls heavy with the storm
While people hide away.
The trees sway heavy with scorn
In the gusty winter breeze.

While people hide away
In the comfort of warm houses
In the gusty winter breeze
And the grey sky sheltering above it.

In the comfort of warm houses
Protected by their icy walls and gates.
The grey sky sheltering above it
Gives an eerie feeling of “Wait”.

Protected by their icy walls and gates
Where snow runs deep on the ground outside,
An eerie feeling of wait,
Contrasts the blinding sun of winter.

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