Interactive Poem- PIN 428

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Trees grow green and hungry From the water that falls like a cry of grief Flowers blossom with the lullaby of the wind And the smiling sun that until late can be seen Illuminates the trees that the winter had thinned

The song that the wind tells gracefully the bees and butterflies hear it playfully and the birds gossip to the flowers of forbidden love affairs in the garden

Summer - reminiscence of my dreams

'Summer!' said I, the reason for my tears On that day my soul grew anguish Much I marvelled that it didn’t extinguish That feeling of a prolonged disease And no matter how unpleasant it may be I just remember that once upon a time Happy I used to be.

And even though my skin may burn I’m glad to feel the warmth of the sun That with each day brings joy Yet to others tremendously annoy.

Within the chaos that my life represents I still see lights that are somewhat intense That from the beautiful sunset come And to that such preciousness I cannot help to succumb

Every sunrise I feel the sun watching As everyday, enchanting And every sunrise I become more amazed Of enjoying the waves that on my feet are placed

Then comes autumn which I look down on with disdain

That brings bitter memories of you that still remain You said goodbye to me as the leaves fell and I had no choice but to wish you farewell.

As the leaves fall, I felland as the wind carries them I can hear how it also whispers your name

I begin to wander among dry leaves and dull afternoons Feeling like a fool thinking you were come back soon But that never happened No, it never happened

Now I only have to take refuge in my bed with this tangle of thoughts in my head However, I hear the noise of distant waves that of a million lovers tells tales and that is as old as time itself.

There you are standing still, reminiscing in the soft breeze. A flannel coat, fist tightly closed. I wonder where’d it all go wrong

A paper thin promise, Uttered in breakable whispers You yelled “I’m being honest!” But the sting still lingers...

Broken windows on hardwood floor, there you were pounding at my door Your words were a golden cage; this love? only keeping me hostage

There I am standing still, Pouring rain against willow trees; Upon my skin I feel this breeze Then I remembered your feigned apologies