Wishing

I sit here wishing I write each memory down.

Each drop of my storm,

Enough droplets to hint a faded rainbow beyond.

Something to leave behind

 

Soon I will not be here

In this place.

 

Only a mere reflection in the pace of streams,

In the chorus of a waterfall,

And in a forest of dreams.

 

If only I make my place

On the waters of time

If I look up to face 

 

The storm and let it rain

 

I will belong in the trill of birdsong,

In the withering of wildflowers,

And in the hearts of those 

Who have been stormed upon

Amalie@kua

VT

15 years old

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