The trees stand boldly,
swaying in the gentle wind,
but still holding ground.
swaying in the gentle wind,
but still holding ground.
Let me float
In a sea of poetry,
Words weaving my hair,
Verses like seawater
Trickling into my heart
And lapping against the shores
Rain was sparkling, shimmering all around Grayson. He’d left his earbuds, his phone, resting atop the worn cushions of his favorite writing loveseat, where he’d always curl up his legs and hug his leather-bound notebook to his ches
I know the rules and rights are
The same:
For boys and girls
And everyone in between,
We are supposed to stand
On the same uneven ground,
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