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Lake House
I am from early mornings and late nights
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The Tree & The Wormlet
The soil gently shifted around the straw thin roots of the sprouting pine. Up, down, left, right, as a wormlet wiggled by. But as they passed, their tough roots, their fragile skin brushed against each other, like a brush stroke on a canvas.
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Fall Contest: Congratulations!
From the beautiful and overflowing cornucopia of submissions to YWP's Fall Contest, and after much discussion and debate, our judges settled on one Gold award winner in each of the two categories of writing and visual art ($100 prizes), three Silv
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Loves
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The Castle of Midnight
When night descends onto the land,
monsters terrorize the once peaceful minds-
of the souls who inhabit the Earth.
The wind screeches as it dances through-
a vacant castle, once full of happy warmth,
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Til the Storm Passes
Wind
roars through the valley,
the leaves cling to their trees,
holding on for dear life.
But the wind is too strong,
and soon they are lost to the storm.
Rain pelts anything reachable,
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Kalon
Once upon a time, there lived a very ordinary couple. One day, the wife became pregnant with a baby girl. Parents, cousins, and friends gathered and prayed for the girl’s health and happiness. They named her Kalon.
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Let Me Introduce You to My Dreams
Let me introduce you to my dreams, they said.
A dream I will make come true, it seems.
At eight years old, under twinkling beams,
I dreamt of being a poet, fueled by gleams. -
Without Apples
Six apples in front of my eyes
Waiting for their greater purpose
Each painted a deep, glossy red, reminding me of the perfume that sits on my desk
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Ode to Color
The world is alive, screaming and whispering with color.
Color is subtle, averting appreciation.
Color is outright, a shout against the night.
Color is everywhere, within us, beside us,