Loves
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Growing Up
She used to listen to the snow and think about how beautiful the world was, how magical.
How perfect, pristine, like a flower curled in a tiny fist.
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In the Past
In the past, the greatest people in history were known for changing the world for the better.
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The Song of the Hills
The trees
lightly dance in the
cold
winter air,
the birds sing a song
like a choir the sound
echoes on tops of hills
enlightening the day,
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They knew what could be
The little girl sat in her swing
blond curls the way they are before
you grow up the everywhere I don't care
it looks like my hair was woven from sunlight
a throne for a flower crown.
