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On the Window Sill

by Squillarpillar

Frozen moments

Fixtures in time

Stolen instances

Of laughter in mime

Scrying the past

And living the present

As the moon moves

From fallen to crescent

An important moment

With memory attached

An elusive whisp

So rarely snatched

Captured in glass

And lost to life

Images of wedding

A husband to wife

In lines of laughter

And sights in sorrow

Glances of the past

For a better tomorrow

Moments to last

Forever they stand

In glass walls cast

Buried among the sand

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Squillarpillar
<p>Today, I am Spring</p><p>New, young and green</p><p>Peeking into a world unseen</p><p>With little knowledge I can glean</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>Soon, I will be Summer</p><p>Reaching my prime and peak</p><p>A golden era seeming only a week</p><p>Before I crinkle and become meek</p><p>An era of strength before the decline to weak</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>Tomorrow, I will be on the cusp of Autumn</p><p>Letting go the warmth of the light</p><p>For the crisp coolness of early night</p><p>Growing tired in a slumping height</p><p>Life becoming an echoing delight</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>Far too soon, I will be Winter</p><p>As the leaves crinkle and die</p><p>And the world seems to pass me by</p><p>I touch the snow to sleep and lie</p><p>Sleep as the dirt again turns dry</p>

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