An Exercise In Poetry
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Cherry blossoms
Rain onto the ground
Sun was out to dry them
Roadway is muddy with
Light as it's making me wonder if
Fighting, I should choose
Irate, I am
Caged with frustration
Night has no answer
Me? I stated the facts
White petals stomped as
Moon's dancing on them
Surrounding the wet pavement
Light caress them
Night still has no answer
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