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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: House of Ghosts
Here is one of the poems from the collection “Elements of Life.” I will submit a few from the collection as a single piece, allowing readers an opportunity to absorb and think about each one.

Submitted: February 22, 2019

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Submitted: February 22, 2019

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Cool breezes gently tickling the silky strands of her hair

Morning sun rising, silently, stealing the chill from the morning air

Night time slips away as the day demands its moment of attention

Making all in its wake seek shelter as the heat makes full its intention

This is summertime, we are its pawns, and this is the game we play

Each night before we go to sleep, another day without rain we pray


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