The days have changed so much

Since I used to walk the nights.

I had so much love for the flavor of the wind

And the scent of moonlight.

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Tasting the breeze tonight is far too

Nostalgic. Above me, the touch of starlight,

Diminished in comparison to before,

By the glistening parking lot lights.

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There was something so spiritual

About sitting on the cool, spring grass.

A magnificent cushion of dandelion buds

And the swaying uncut blades caress.

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Everything is moved by the rhythm

Of delicate, loving, angel sighs.

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This beauty was masked now, by my own disregard.

I had forgotten those nights

When I pondered for an exact word

For night in the springtime.

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Understand, that this is not all that I have forgotten.

In my selfish aspiration I told you “I am yours”.

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Forgetting all about the angel sighs,

Driving the sweet morning dew into my eyes.

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Forgetting all about the alluring scent of moonlight

And all about the ginger embrace of starlight.

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Forgetting all about my other lover, who kindly

Took me back to the night,

And back to a world that I belonged to.

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A/N this is a poem that I wrote while outside throwing trash in the dumpster at work. Granted, my boss wasn't so pleased that I took so long, but I felt that the idea was too good to just let go. I wish I had portrayed my idea a little more satisfactory, but regardless, I enjoyed writing it.