last day in August-
the sun is still warm,
for my blanket on sand
I lay on my side,
and speak to a gull…
dragging his broken wing
he dose not care,
there is no one else;
but the two of us here
what will we do?
where will we go?
after,
the summer we love
f a d e s…
and September …appears
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I always talk to myself
Someone would think that I am just… thinking
But then I write what I was talking about
Thinking to myself
Nothing matters
Nothing makes sense
And then-
Through my words written
...........................I wonder
I am not the typical poet- per say
unique...yes
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September 1st is my mother's birthday. Mine is the 18th. I am not surprised you're a Virgo. Makes a lot of sense actually. I always always get depressed before my birthday, dont know why. Must be a Virgo thing.
As far as the above poem goes, we always have a hard time saying goodbye to anything, not as poets, but humans. Not everyone is gifted with such powers of observation. I wish you a late happy birthday, and I hope this year is gonna be better than the last.
love,
jin
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get ready for this...
my younger brother's birthday is the 18th ...a year younger than me...
he died of the same stomach cancer our mother died of at the exact same age of 34...
I was four he was three
may he r.i.p.
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Im so sorry.
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thanks for the birthday wish...and happy early birthday to you missy virgo girl
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thanks Mal.
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I love your words!
this just got bookmarked, I hope you win... -
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thanks red... you are just to sweet girl
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i know what you mean and how you feel
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( he *does not care)
first line in 3rd stanza...love this one ..especially the ending of this poem..the way you write fades and the ... before appears...love it!! just might steal it for my next prompt 
so beautifully written..so poignant
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