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It's coming. Without warning and yet, completely expected. Why is it always so odd to see one single day as a turning-of-age moment? Do we not age all year long? Do we not grow with every memory and every action, good or bad?

Why do birthdays always make me feel uncomfortable? Is it because of the reminder of time passing by, the flow of life slipping away? Or is it because as we take a moment to look back, to the last birthday, reflecting on what we thought we were to accomplish, ...

So I guess this can be a sort of cache for poetry, since I use my eljay for most of my journal-type thoughts. Though, I suppose I could cross post them if I find myself getting comfortable enough here. ^_^

Anyhow, the poem. I wrote this kind of off the wall. I honestly wonder what the subject's reaction to my poems would be. Probably nothing good. =_=

You and I
Is it so easy to cast me aside
Do I not cross your mind
Even though time flows by us
I ...

The Season of Change

The steady seasons spin round
A dependable rhythm of time
Winter has passed to Spring
Leaves are sprouting and flowers bloom
Everything is fresh and clean

Tiny buds unfurling into beautiful blossoms
Soft crisp green blanket the ground
Sweet rain fogs over the buildings
The people smile and laugh
Hold hands and giggle, intimate moments so chaste

Seagulls cry out, swooping lazily in the skies ...