shelli kern Poems

My dearest friend, it's time to say good-bye,
It’s so hard for me to write this, I would rather shrivel up and die.

I never thought I could do this, to let you go this way,
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THE TASSEL


I can’t believe seems though it may,
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In the morning at five AM, I drive through the mountains on my journey home. I walk outside and breathe in the smell of fresh rain that has fallen the night before; so delicious that you just want to drink it in.

The stars in my pathway scattered across the sky. The big dipper acting as my personal light, guiding me safely on my way. As I cross the covered bridge, I hear the water rushing like a great wind forcing its way across the rocks. Spotting the deer in my pathway munching on the grass that lies like a soft green quilt covering the early morning dew.
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