How fair the flowr's of early spring
their fragrances so fine,
That caused the lovely birds to sing,
their praises so divine.
How bright their dew-drenched petals gleamed
when kissed by dawning sun,
they sparkled like the Crystal stream,
That through the pleasant meadow'd run.
Yet beauty through the summers fled
as one by one the petals fall,
Till withered now and nearly dead
no hope for life remains at all.
the once so cheerful birds abandon,
the meadow that is now so still,
Dying flower's loose their companions,
as songbirds flee the winters chill
Take flight dear friends and may thy journey,
safely guide thee to thy dreams,
May the wind be always faithful,
and never a storm devour thee.
Fly on dear friends and tho I never,
Sing with thee as once before,
my voice shall follow thee in spirit,
And sing with thee forever more.
Farewell my friends, my prayers go with thee,
As you onward from me fly,
May your dreams live on forever,
for my hopes for such have died.
For you have wings to take thee higher,
I have roots that bear me down,
may you find the warmest sunshine,
as I within my winter drown.
Author notes
This poem is a representation of my classmates moving forward with greater opportunity than I had. I was once an Opera Major at Young Harris College, where the other children in that area are children of privilege. My roots hold me down with lack of funds to return, as their parents give them wings to pursue whatever path their hearts desire. I'm hurting for my lost dream, if none Can tell by this.
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beautiful
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I am visiting your poem for the second time to tell you I miss your penning, for it is so classically beautiful and true.
Oh, do write a love poem, for I would so enjoy reading one of yours. You have the heart of a true poet, good and dear poetry daughter. 
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I am so sorry you cannot follow your dream right now but don't give up it could still happen at a differant time and place.I bet you have a beautiful voice .If it is meant to be it will happen have some faith in the meantime you are also a very very talanted writer and work on that.It'll happen one way or another give it time.
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cool i really like it
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good poem nice emotion to this.
good luck in the contest.
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Who knows where the gentle breeze of heav'n may guide us?
Who can say that gifts (cherished in our hearts) must fail and decay?
For we cannot know future's bends and sways.
And though this tragedy be true, we cannot know,
Neglect of a seeming "lost dream" is more so.
Just loving your work! I love the way you write! Dari xxx
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Breathtaking imagery! You have that poetic soul that shines through your writing. Fear not, your dream is not lost, you just have to work harder towards achieving it. In the end, it will be more satisfying than if it were thrown into your lap.
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Nothing is wasted, everything is for a reason.This is quite beautiful even though it's sad. But when we move forward all of us leave something behind and as we look back we say 'if only' I am sure you have lots still to look forward to and the love of someone to share it with.
Lovely poem.
Patx
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May I please post this on Poetry Planet? It is so lovely!
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yes you may
the notes explain what it means
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My pecious one... you will bloom where you are planted.
God has blessed you with talent that He will not wish you to waste so if you have faith, He will show you the best way to use your special gifts. Your poetry is superb and I do so wish I might hear your music.
This poem is filled with such tender, lovely lines! Such yearning and sweetness!
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