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THE SECLUSIONS OF THE SEASONS

Contributed by Hannah_jeannie_Brazeau on Thursday, 11th December 2003 @ 07:15:15 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems





I sit on a hill facing west
I look at the sunset.
I think of the life passing by in the wind
and I hope the future holds happiness forever.

I sit on a hill facing east
I look at the sunrise.
I think of my life sitting here on this hill
and I hope to be happy in the future to come.

I sit on a hill facing north
I feel the cold wind on my face.
I think of the people left out in the cold
and I hope that they too will find joy.

I sit on a hill facing south
I feel the warm air on my cheek.
I think of my family that's close and secure
and I send that security to everyone.

I sit here alone as the rain starts to fall
I think how nice it'd be
if no one was alone anymore at all.
The seclusion would end in the darkness.

Belonging would be a new-fad
acceptance a new friend,
everyone would have someone to turn to.
Not a problem would be had
and we'd all be together in the end.




Copyright © Hannah_jeannie_Brazeau ... [ 2003-12-11 19:15:15]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: THE SECLUSIONS OF THE SEASONS (User Rating: 1 )
by Menelaus on Thursday, 1st January 2004 @ 08:59:35 PM AEST
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Sing to us a new song,
Sing to us of the seasons!-
Bring to us verses subtle and strong
Enough to rend apart the very heavens.


Re: THE SECLUSIONS OF THE SEASONS (User Rating: 1 )
by PumpkinPie on Friday, 2nd January 2004 @ 02:44:28 PM AEST
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How fresh a poem!I love it,it made me smile and will continue to do so throughout the day!
PumpkinPie
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