Shania K. Younce Poems

Eden drops a tear.
A last tear dropped from Eden.
A tear drop came last.
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Weighing in the sea.
How beautiful can you see?

Weighing in the sea.
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Yet, yesterday hath brought me a dream, so fair.
That yesterdays dream had last me longer than thine years.
That far going sea beyond its own swells there let it be.
In the morn when that far yesterday hath not gone.
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What?
What is it?
What is it?
What?
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How many questions do ye seek?
And how many answers shall ye find?
In, which is it that ye seek.
Which, ye shall find.
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It's raining!
So, it drizzles!
Then it must be pouring!
If it is pouring, then it sprinkles!
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