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Some sunny days,
Some cooler nights.
Down came the rain
To my delight.
No watering needed by me
To keep the plants
And grass so greenly,
Except the plants
Under the umbrellas.

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Only had one appear
Maybe more next year.

In my mind,
a Columbine
is so fine,
I could look at them
all the time

When the evening sun has set
more than a thousand times
and when days are as many,
as the grapes upon the vines,
will you remember of me
the good times and the bad?
Thinking pleasant thoughts
but never those when sad.
After all the other lovers
have left before they came,
will you still think about me,
and recall my name?

My mind wanders
in and out of darkness,
searching.

Blinded am I,
for in not seeing,
I become unseen.

Without being,
I am alone,
grasping for that
elusive thought.

Silence is golden
or so it is said,
but silence is
when we are dead.

Summer's end is drawing near.
Flower growth, does disappear.
But here is a Poppy, that is dear
To flower lovers over here.

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The darkness of night.
A bright summer day,
Should sweep our worries,
Far, far away.

The drum beats loudly in my mind
As my blood pressure, begins to climb.
Take your Meds the Drs. say
If you want to see another day.
All the pills I take, every one,
Will not keep this life, as I am done.
I believe in a life after death
Will start with my last breath.