Falling

I’ve always loved

The feeling of falling

But being dragged down

Is different

Feeling unbalanced

Lost

Losing control

As life speeds by

Feeling helpless

To the fates of our world

Uncertainty never seems to stop

Magnus Grace

VT

15 years old

Poetry

By Magnus Grace

A fun little poem about a sheep that I thought of while jogging

There once was a sheep
Who ate grass by the heap

It wandered through shops
It trotted across streets

Then it happened upon wheats
Which it devoured in six heavenly feasts

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Poetry

By Magnus Grace

Happiness

Happiness is a cup of tea
Steeped to bitter perfection

It is humming along to a favorite melody
Slightly off key (as usual)

Happiness is a sad smile
Shared with an old friend

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