Tuesday, May 12, 2009


AT 4:55 A.M.


A few melodious words

rising on wings

from the pages of a book

could carry her all day.

The kindness of friends

would be there to moisten her face

in the strife of sadness.

There would be dozens of shades of green

in the woods beside the school,

and storm clouds that loomed

would look like reasons

to rest in happiness.

Her life was heading west.

Her passionate hands

praised and clapped.  

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