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Seasonal Stars

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Seasonal Stars

Poetry By, J. M. Lilin

Laying down beneath the stars, in the middle of the spring.

Creatures of mystery beckoning him forth.

Adventuring the woods and finding himself beneath an ocean.

This boy was not the usual; this boy was a dreamer.

Laying down beneath the stars, in the middle of the summer.

Violin grass, alive and well, dancing all around him.

Summer nights would pass him by, but he would not be with others.

He was dancing through the nights of the sun, the nights that glowed with life.

Laying down beneath the stars, in the middle of the autumn.

Colors of thoughtful emotions falling all around him.

Layers of the sun, gleaming through the bittersweet melody of death.

Oh, he would sing a song, acoustic to the feeling. 

Laying down beneath the stars, in the middle of the winter.

Flakes of wishes, vivid and shiny, falling into his hair.

He would smile up at the orbs of light in the air, flickering just for him.

Laying down beneath the stars, in the middle of the world.

This boy was the sort of child who no longer followed the rules.

He lived in the trees and sang with the stars, barefoot and all about.

This boy was one who had the imagination to the emotion of creativity.

He was a writer, lost in a sky full of stars.

He was a writer, lost in a sky full of daydreams.


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