A burst of light shines up high
Where birds chirp their songs.
At this time the farmers rise
To sweat all day long.
Kids play with light hearts
While those who strive for cold
Stay in areas far apart
Not doing what the sun has told.
The roots of ground
Sprout delicate pastries
That some have found
For breakfast to be tasty.
Some prefer the grass
Or things in the dirt
To make a meal pass
By, but no dessert.
Most importantly they strive
To find a burst of life
But only some choose to dive
Completely without strife.
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Me. [completed]
PoetryMe. poems, feels, Kinda personal, to be honest. But that's okay. This is Volume I. Volume II is called Poetry At its Worst
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