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I could feel the drizzle from the sky dance upon my tongue;

I could smell the balancing breeze rifle through the trees.

With each wet limb the tree struggled more and more to stand straight

Turning your common oak into a weeping willow.

It was gloomy-

But next to me, standing just 3 feet away,

She could feel the drizzle from the sky dancing on her tongue.

Smell the breeze and observe the posture of the trees…

But it wasn’t gloomy to her- it wasn’t a sad broken scene

It was a glorious experience. A spot to search forever.

A spot where the lady bugs thrive

Where the butterflies hide.

It was beautiful-

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The garden filled with life and death .there is a echo of light rain filling the void of the area.There is an aroma that is sweet as honey dew in the fresh crisp morning light.The leaves of the trees change to a new coat of color, preparing for autumn and winter.The spider's home glistens with drops of rain caught in its threads.Most of the plants breathe their last breath as they slowly fade to darkness. This garden is filled with beauty and mystery 

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The garden filled with life and death .there is a echo of light rain filling the void of the area.There is an aroma that is sweet as honey dew in the fresh crisp morning light.The leaves of the trees change to a new coat of color, preparing for autumn and winter.The spider's home glistens with drops of rain caught in its threads.Most of the plants breathe their last breath as they slowly fade to darkness. This garden is filled with beauty and mystery 

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As my hand connected with the coarse door

The sprinkle of rain droplets met with my skin

Glancing past the serene glow of the late morning

A subtle image appeared before me

Dying vines intertwined with flower sprouts

As they slithered along the hidden walkway

The faint rustling of the leaves

Raveled with rain drifting through the wind

Maybe it was the crisp morning air

Or the hint of cinnamon it brought with it

its almost as if i've wondered here before

Getting lost in the secrets of the garden

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The large vines on the red brick wall,

Covered,

The damp drizzle hit my skin,

While hearing an echo within,

The sweet taste and smell of

Cinnamon,

This is where my secret garden is,

Alone and out of sight

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The garden gate was locked

Entering posed a trial

The overgrown shrubs

The snake of sheer green

The wet snapping of the leaves

The wind blew hard

Entrance granted no more

Back home you go

Garden no more

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In the garden, there were plants everywhere

It looked like a battleground

There were dead leaves and plants

The death took place all around

There were many sights but also sounds

You could hear the plants crackle when you stepped on the ground

You heard the droplets of water on the leaves

But if the garden could speak there would be no sound

It was not a good sight to see

And the taste and touche couldn't help either

The taste was as bitter as vinegar

And the bums on leaves were not a desire.

It was a dark and gloomy this morning

But the smell may have saved the day

It smelled like a new batch of cinnamon cookies

And then we were on our way

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I saw a light gray sky

With tiny clear droplets

Falling from it

I saw big and small

Leafs, some on the

Ground or connected

To a tall brown stump

I heard wind whispering

By me and teenagers discussing

The same scenery

I smelled the sweet

But damp plants

As the smell of apple

Pie ran up my nose

I tasted nothing

But flavored air

Rainy, plant, apple

Flavored air

I touched wet leaves

And tiny clear droplets

Touched me

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A Chilling breeze

Makes the body unease

Grey skies

Beat tears into my eyes

Long green vines whisper, and tell their story

Backed by bricks of red and black, back to back

Soft rains wash away pains

Giving to the trees to help them gain

When winter comes it's all surely to die

Going to the garden was one last green goodbye

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I see two trees and dead plants

I smell dirt and Christmas

I taste December wind

I feel the ground under my shoes

And

I touched the door on my way in

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All I see are stems yearning for care, a dishelved garden, and mushy dirt.

Air conditioning overbearing my ears, the loudest sound of all. The second is the distant noise of construction happening somewhere on the other side of these four walls.

My perfume lingers on neck and chest and soon becomes the only smell I can smell, other than the air. The air is elusive and bearable at this time.

I can taste the sun making it’s way into every part of my body, nourishing every part that I have been neglecting.

My fingertips slide onto the dark wooded bench, the only thing I could bring myself to touch since everywhere else there was carelessly thrown litter pushed into the ground by us.

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A yellow butterfly guided me the way

Of the secret garden

Purple and yellow flowers danced beside me

Welcoming me into the hidden gem

The sturdy wooden bench urged me to sit

I touched its grained surface

The taste of earth’s dirt lingered in my mouth

I could hear the crunchy leaves

Distant construction machines in the distance

But the sound was meek

A long stem rooted up from the ground

And touched my shoulder

It whispered

You have to go back now

I hoped I would visit

The secret garden again

But something inside of me knew that

It was my first and last

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It's a good day today
a very good day
the sun smiling brighter than ever
brightens up my mood

I smell fresh air
it has just rained

The grass is wet
and the mud slips
flowers blooming
spring coming alive

It's a good day today

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As I sat on the bench
I see a sunflower
on the grass while the wind goes bye
as I saw some Violets swaying
As I saw the sun
giving it light

As it filled the field really bright
I am filled with nothing but positive energy
as I think about positive energy
I see the bright sun
Moving on a beautiful day

There is nothing better
then having a moment with a beautiful day
with sunflowers and violets swaying from the wind

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I want to stay in the
Shade today
Blend in with the moss and morning glories
That have gone back to
Sleep

I want to close
My eyes and
Disappear with the wind

I want to wrap myself
In a blanket of fallen leaves and
Lie still forever

But the sun follows me around
Like a child
Nudging me out of dreary corners
And into her warmth

It should be a dark day

But she insists I
Be reminded that it's spring

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I see white butterflies exploring their environment
I smell the april showers which I hope bring May flowers
I hear the air conditioner talking back to the ambulance sirens
I feel the ground has become custom to my feet

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I feel the dry dead vegetation beneath my shoes
The crunch of felled foliage echoes off the brick walls with every step
I feel a slight cool breeze across my face
It ripples over the plants that were brave enough to grow through the dry soil
I caught a whiff of dandelions as they opened up to bees searching for pollen
The bright yellow flowers stood out against a background of brown and green
I heard the chirp of a bird
Before it was drowned out by the hum of machines and planes in the distance
I see trash
broken decor
an empty bird feeder
dull ceramic benches made by past students
vines searching for places to grow
a small tree reaching for life
resurrecting from when it had been cut down
Half of the garden is covered by a blanket of darkness
Sunlight blocked out from the side of the school building
Someone found an ID of a teacher who no longer worked here
I could tell everyone
(who was paying attention)
wondered how long had that ID been there

I see a garden
abandoned
forgotten
neglected

Perhaps
next time
I could pull a weed or two

just to see a difference

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The fresh air passes by

Her ponytail swings
As her feet moves
the leaves crunch
There is a strong breeze
There is a bunch of pots

The tree is empty
Such as she

But she sits in comfort
Under the tree

Her orange shoes
Are vibrant with the nature
She vanishes ...

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The shade splits the courtyard in half
one side is dark
one side is light

Life isn't black and white
life isn't shaded and well lit

life nor poetry are described simply with the 5 senses

but its a good start

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I saw the yellow flowers,

with green top trees as the bright light shines on violet flowers.

I could hear the crunchy leaves,

with the wind blowing as I walked around the garden.

I smelled the natural dirt in the ground

With colorful flowers next beside it

As natural air gave them a nice cool blow.

The flowers tasted as green peppermints

With a sweet sort of crunchy taste.

Lastly I touched the smooth,dry,leafs

On the flower and hard, scratchy, broken heart branches

Were near them with smooth solid rocks surrounding the flowers.

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The area was once abundant with timid life.

Full of trees

and grass

and plants

but it was all green

and happy

and full of nature's song.

But now it's just a tiny little rectangular area

surrounded by one towering building

and its inner workings.

The area is now half dead.

With every step is now a crunch instead of a soft quiet cushion

And every sound is now coming from the building instead of nature's sweet song

And every scent if of the decay

as is the taste of what once was abundant

is now simply disabundant.

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Hand print, cracked ceramic
Autumn's leaves

Crunch a cry of
"I'm still here!"

Scentless blooms still brighten
and dazzle

Lacking and left behind
But still, "I am here!"

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Dear Dad,

I feel like we both process life through poetry

So we may as well process death the same way,

Months ago,

I scheduled our "secret garden poetry" day for today;

It's a chance to take my students to the overgrown courtyard in the center of our school.

So we went there today, and I thought about Grandpa and

I wrote something for him.

I want to share it with you

If that's okay.

I also want you to know that I love you and

That I'm sorry for your loss.

I hope you find comfort in the sun and the spring.

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Today was a fairytale.

The sun glistened onto my pale skin sheer skin.

Shinning rays will ensure that this would no longer be.

We were no longer cursed by the chilling winds of winter.

Although we know she will come back her whistling winds of snow

Won’t be missed. All that will be missed is the old cardigan under my bed.

You will find me on my tallest tip toes spinning in the bright green grass

taking in every moment of the cool spring breeze.

The end is no longer near and my fairytale spring has begun.