The trees stand boldly,
swaying in the gentle wind,
but still holding ground.
swaying in the gentle wind,
but still holding ground.
The piano
Twirling through the air,
The lyrics I hummed to
With my grandma, my aunt,
My mom,
Sitting at the kitchen table,
The Beauty and the Beast soundtrack
Humming through an earbud,
My mom streaking the stars
Across my fingernails,
Her hands are cupped around
A rose,
Perfectly red petals
Curling to the center,
Where she has stored her heart;
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