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No title for this poem. I hope you enjoy it.

My harp plays,
In the cold, aging world,
A tune of sadness and despair.
The snow is sad,
Made from the tears of God
And once they land,
Create mourning.
A bird flies overhead,
And the sun has come up.
And everyone is forgiven
And the sunshine creates memories
Of the Hope
That flew overhead.

Heart Balloons

Hello. I have written a poem for my mom. She had a bad day at work, so she asked me to write a poem showing love and happiness.

Spiritual
Heart Balloons
Rest upon happiness
Spiritual Heart
Balloons rest upon
Love.
There is a spiritual
Heart Balloon
Connecting me to you.
And what are these Heart Balloons
Made of?
They're made up of
A little bit of
God.

I hope you like this poem. Mom just LOVED it. She said, "You've got to share this with the world." So here I am, posting it on my blog.