K.N. Sheldon

The fresh smell of rain,
So thick, and so sweet,
I feel the rain on my face,
And the wind on my skin,
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When they said love was beautiful,
I didn’t know they meant this.
Tests occur daily in this class,
But, we seem to be passing.
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The earth turns,
The world wakes,
The dew shines,
Ever-changing is life,
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As the sun rises, I feel my heart lift,
At the end of the night, the sorrow has left.
Hundreds of days, every one amazing,
Leaving those deep in soul, full of feeling.
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The world turns slowly,
Time comes to a stop,
The rain hangs in midair,
Not a single plop.
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The sun shines on the cold, white, snow,
It spring through my blinds, and my room starts to glow,
I got out of bed, and walked out the door,
And walked right outside, unknowing of what’s in store,
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I squint through my goggles and I see shimmering water. I see sand below and the brilliant sun above. I see something dark flash by up ahead.
I hear the steady swish of my flippers. I hear the bubbling of my tank. I hear something-big move behind me.
I smell the fear in my sub-marine sweat. I smell the silent thickness, in its entire dastardly odor. I smell the aroma of pure oxygen.
I taste the saltwater entering my mouth. I taste blood as I slip in and out of consciousness. I taste the rotten flesh of the creature’s tentacle.
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The end is nearing on the wings of a sparrow,
Time is hanging on the very edge of existence,
Life slips into the abyss of aching,
No one can catch a glimpse of your sadness,
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It beats faster,
The pulse is deranged,
Hate rings through it’s chambers,
Lies flow like blood,
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Hell is welcome,
Death is wished,
Torture begged for,
Control has ceased,
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Hi there, Outside world,
It's been a while, you see.
I've missed you lots, and tons, and much,
And we all know you've missed me.
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I've been there, So constant.
But you aren't here, Go figure.
You're always so sad, I can't help.
I'm always so sad, You won't try.
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I looked all around, and what did I see?
Myself from every direction.
But on one of the walls, something was changed;
I could see the reflection of a long-lost friend.
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A day on the sea,
An hour on the land,
A minute by your side,
A second in your hand.
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