Pages
You inspire me, yet are inanimate
You introduce me to things I’ve never thought, nor heard
I can’t stop yearning for you, I’m desperate
The creativity
The change
The inclusion
The range
You have so many forms, yet fit in my heart
You seem to be everything, yet tear me apart
As simple as a first breath
Just as complex as love
Endless stories
Yet never enough
I miss you when my nose isn’t buried in your pages
I miss the smell of your pages fresh off the printer
I miss the excitement of flipping each one of your pages
I miss scanning each page, my eyes growing wider
I miss the relief after a long day
I miss my mind slipping away
I miss the world I’ve built on my own
I miss the worlds that I’ve been shown
Alas, pages, forever my lifeline
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Seasons
Snow, falling by my feet, dusting my hair
Endless flowers blooming in turn
Ample scoops of ice cream coating my lips
Soft glow of the setting sun in September
October winds chilling my bones
Newly fallen pine cones laying on the ground
Seasons; all come in turn
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Pitter Patter
Soft as kitten paws, barely a nuisance
Loud as horse hooves, pounding on the roof
Keeping me awake
Lulling me to sleep
A tsunami
A flood
A sprinkle
A drizzle
Pitter-pattering all around
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