Take my hand,
And let your other hold on to a kite that is a
Shooting Star.
The harvest moon will rise above us,
as we fly,
through the nights speckled sky,
And it will etch our names into its woody heart,
So that we may be
together,
forever.
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Fall had come, and close to its end, it approached. The air became brisk, with winter awaiting in the future, and as a girl wandered down the sidewalk, autumn's old skin shifted through the air above her maple hair.
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Nothing is worth my
‘No time.’
So hurry now to
Catch my
Running storyline.
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The light from the bulb,
All of a sudden gone,
Now rush to find light,
As we stumble,
Waiting for the dawn.
Comments
This made me smile, I feel like it should go on a card or get framed somewhere with a really loopy script font. Lovely poem
Thank you.
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