A.K. Patel

The sun rising on my street as I wait for the bus. The sky is streaked with orange and pink clouds. The sun is golden and reflects onto the road.

A.K. Patel

TX

15 years old

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  • Poetry

    By A.K. Patel

    Beating Wings

    I've heard that hope is a Vicious thing 

    It claws its way up from the soil of Contempt and Despair 

    It brings with it the Memories of a past life and the Longing for a future

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