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Swaying wooden swings Whisper to each other The wind blows dry leaves, Scattering messages across the park. The white, lacy blur..

Its about a boy...

I know the world will never be the same, Conversations in my head; Hours entice me then desert me. Time for bed, mommy said I just c..

A poem about growing up through the influence of music.

Sariel Hana Writing