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Spring was restless
under winter's wing
My sister was restless
under my mother's
Like her soft, blond hair, she was unkempt
As spring was ready to arrive,
my sister was prepared to flee
and I was ready to stop her
I whispered to her
"Please don't go"
Softly and gently
like the wind that rustled the grass
But it was of no use
I realized
when she turned away
she was already gone
Gone like the rain
after a heavy storm
gone like a spring breeze
that brushed your hair
When she turned away
All I saw was determination
I whispered again
"Please don't go"
But she was already gone
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I hope you liked the poem.
Emily and unkempt sisters
It kind of makes me sad. Where did she go?
ReplyDeleteAnd happy, too. I like spring.
Gwen
I think that she went some where were there is not spring, but I really don't know.
Delete~Emily