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The morning tide,
Brings a freshness,
Like a Summer rain.
The air, does clear
While the sunshine,
Brings a sweet refrain
And before we know,
It is morning, again.

What color is sadness?
Is it grey or brown?
Does sadness lead to depression
Or is it the other way around?
Can your heart, break and shatter
Or do these words matter?

I weep for thee
But there are no tears.
I pray for thee,
To quell my fears.
I live for thee,
My soul is bare.
I'd die for thee;
Your not aware.
I hope for you
Because I care.

♦

If you don't like what I write,
That's okay,
As you have that, as your right,
Every day.
Sometimes, the words, that are so dear,
This way,
With some thoughts, are laced with fear.
I say,
Your personal input, is valued, by me,
This way.
And for that, I will always be,
What may.

Patience, has to be my friend,
As my face, must still pretend
That all, is well for me,
Showing not to you, my agony,
Of watching, this life of ours,
Fade from view, like wilted flowers.

This life we have, was not intended,
To be like clothing, needing to be mended
But, here we are, with life extended,
Trying to live the life, we pretended.

A bright, sunny day.
A very cold night,
Brings forth, new colors,
To brighten the light.
The color of trees
With leaves so bright,
Brings to our eyes,
A beautiful sight.

Is there a place, I can be,
That lets me live, with my memory,
Of those days, gone by, so readily?

No matter, what you're party,
No matter, if you live remote.
Please care, about this Nation
And use your right to vote.
If you don't like what's happening
Or even if you do.
The future of this land,
Depends upon votes from you.

Every one please vote.

Please my love, stay through the night.
Do not leave me alone,
For it's the night, I must fight,
If I am to atone,
For all the sins of my youth.
Freedom will come, from the truth,
Of your misdeeds and mistakes.
Please stay my love, before my heart breaks.