This should be a blank page,

but it is not…

Because now we have little ones

massacred in playful steps

while celebrating their last

Days of school.

Receiving honors for hard work,

looking forward to hazy days

and ice cream reasons.

Instead it is replaced

with Gurneys carrying out limp

souls of young bodies

dangling from under discrete sheets.

Screams are heard in meeting

places as families receive the news.

Darkness takes place,

” when we were A couple of kids”

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The shades are gone

The sun is early

And the run is done.

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The clouds cover my run

As the birds sang me through

You must love the morning

And nature makes it about you .

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Wisteria slowly blooms

against the aged fence.

The petals turn toward sun,

Purple shades and sweet scents.

The bard his memory take

among the flowers  fair

while his immortality wakes

Shakespeare claims it years .

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I remember I would lie

Looking into the sky

The aquamarine blue

Stretched way up high

Hung with invisible means

puffy white clouds

Would show up in streams

Of shapes like Animals

or people I have seen

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I look and then I stay,

The angels keep the garden

And with me we pray 🙏

Angels among my garden

A path I will keep for you

So when you come and visit

You will always get through .

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Summer heat is already here .

The fog rolls in

And the day begins …

A purple hue

In morning dew

As the world

Yawns