Emily Dickenson would cry if she read this, tears of anger.

Just two poems I wrote very quickly, not great but...oh well.

What is in a song

To make it sound so sweet

The notes they dance through my ears

And out my mouth repeat

I can not remember everything I see

Once the days is gone

Yet for some reason I can not tell

I still can hear the song

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The wind it dances through the trees

Who in turn shake with delight

Each leaf holding onto its limbs

No giving up without a fight

As time goes on its way

Each day will come to pass

The leaves will fall one by one 

None of them shall last

But once winter releases its icy grip

And paves the way for spring

New leaves will bud out

Alas! The colors they will bring