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[bodytext] => I sat beneath a willow tree Sun streaming through to my face A warm and comforting summer breeze I feel as though this is my place All is quiet, merely sounds of the wild Cool feeling of the grass beneath my hand Remember times of a once happy child I remember all the things I'd planned The sun makes me slightly weary I lay my head against the nourished bark Why I was still alone, was my quiry But I didn't so much mind staying in the dark I closed my book with a sigh Forgetting to mark my place I didn't matter much, It'd be alright other things in my mind were there to erase I about fall asleep when I hear footsteps slowing I open my eyes to see A figure- with a gift bestowing for you were coming to visit me I didn't know if your reason was good So a mere grin did cross o'er my face But when I could see your cheerfu mood A bright smile did take its place I was about to stand to greet you but you sat down with me instead you were first to speak to me too and into a long conversation led We talked for what seemed mere moment in time But truth be told t'was hours I guess when the way time spent is sublime The faster it seems to devour. The sun over the horizon has disappeared Stars dotting the darkening sky We promise to again meet right here And we hesitantly say good-bye [comments] => 4 [counter] => 197 [topic] => 31 [informant] => katzie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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