A child sang in the yard
between the whites of dandelions
and the lengthening green stalks of grass,
and the soft grey clouds
the color of baby's breath
rode the wind
followed by the delicate train of rain,
powdering the earth and nursing
the child's greedy lips
to alleviate an insatiable thirst
that would wriggle into adulthood
until love, laughter, and life
clung to the trail left by the rain.
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Once, We Lived | Poetry Collection Completed
PoetryA collection of poetry from the high-school years of an semi-angsty teen with too much time on her hands. This is an exploration of the different facets of life and the perceptions of a teen of the 2010s with a knack for words. Warning: contains con...
