This is a poem I wrote for a friend. As you can probably see I'm not all that good at poetry, usually ends up sounding like a poem a child wrote in kindergarden. Well thats my oppinion anyway. Well i attempted writing out feelings in a poem but..well this is what i came up with.
The Spirit of Spring
There comes a time
When life has ended
The pain has left
When all is emended
But pain has not left
Not for all
The pain of the loss
Is the worst of it all
The passing of time
Watching them fade
The room becomes dark
A whole different shade
You want it to end
With all of your being
But when it does
There is no believing
The darkness
The sadness
The hopeless
The pain
It flows through your body
Like droplets of rain
Yet Slowly you listen
And hear the birds sing
You look out the window
And see that it’s spring
The flower’s are blooming
The sun shines down bright
And then there you see
They are not out of site
They are deep within
The wind and the trees
Making life beautiful
In the flow of each breeze
The end is not now
For they fly within
The nature around us
As one of gods kin
And we shall await
Our own time to end
And hope in our hearts
That we find our friend
But for now we still have
The memories to hear
The love in our hearts
For every year...
They love that they shared
The joy that they spread
Shall live on with us
untill the end
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