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Twas Always Mine
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So here it is, my whirling wake,
The clouds conferring days to make,
Those daisies keep their memories zipped,
Whilst oaks are sprouting unequipped,
Each breaking breeze that whispers past,
Is hiding recollections grasp,
And sympathetic to my weak,
Still giving to the peace I seek,
Allow associations new,
With me, myself and I.
-My summers always to find a way,
To heed my thoughts, my pains at bay,
As after all, ‘twas always mine,
My growth, its glare, each intertwine,
And so once more it helps me cure,
To learn to be myself once more.
The clouds conferring days to make,
Those daisies keep their memories zipped,
Whilst oaks are sprouting unequipped,
Each breaking breeze that whispers past,
Is hiding recollections grasp,
And sympathetic to my weak,
Still giving to the peace I seek,
Allow associations new,
With me, myself and I.
-My summers always to find a way,
To heed my thoughts, my pains at bay,
As after all, ‘twas always mine,
My growth, its glare, each intertwine,
And so once more it helps me cure,
To learn to be myself once more.
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Love it! Summers are my favorite!!