Julianna A. Laplante

I see a light in the distance.
Shinning, shimmering, it's rays reaching out,
Almost as if calling for me.
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Loneliness is the colour of a blank sheet of paper.
It looks like the last leaf on a tree in Autumn,
And sounds like wind whistling through a winter forest.
Loneliness smells like damp ground after a heavy rain fall,
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Is it a ring? or is it a buzz?
It is almost supersonic.
It becomes greater when I lay,
And doesn't occur every day.
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Even the sight of disorganization
Makes me feel like all hope is lost.
That is much like the rollar coaster,
That I am on. Never ending. Slower.
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On peut toucher, mais ne peut pas sentir.
On peut regarder, mais ne peut pas voir.
On peut manger, mais ne peut pas goûter,
Notre monde est allé à perdre.
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We can touch, but cannot feel.
We can look, but cannot see.
We can eat, but cannot taste,
Our world has gone to waste.
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A plump white squishy golden brown marshmallow;
The perfect way to roast this addition to the smore.
The rich dark chocolate melted at the heat of the
Roasted marshmallow will leave you wanting s'more.
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