By: Mary Bone

The Age of Innocence

It was the age of innocence,
In our younger years.
You could see it everywhere.
We wished we could go back there.
Lines were in a swirl, interwoven.
The tree still holds memories,
between the lines.

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Turning Over a New Leaf

I turned over a new leaf,
after the storms of life.
I put the leaf between book pages
as a new chapter began.

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A Special Day

Fresh flowers in the middle of the table-
a pleasing smell.
An indigo blue tablecloth with patterns
combining with the aroma-
made the day special.