A/N: This poem is one of a series of six I had to write for a writing class my sophomore year of high school. Storge is defined as being a familial sort of love, like that between a brother and sister.
Baby's breath grew on the edge of a mirrored pond.
One soft hand graced another.
Reflections danced across the glass mirror,
racing along the river banks.
A small shove rippled the surface of the pond.
A hand pulled another splash.
Liquid diamonds sparkled in the lazy sun.
This is my gift to you.
The cold chased the heat of the day,
like we chase one another on the peaceful banks.
And, hand in hand, we chased the sun.
Isn't your mother mine? Sister?
Isn't your father mine? Brother?
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Once, We Lived | Poetry Collection Completed
שיריםA 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...
