Grasshopper
Away from the bustle of city folk,
visiting a place not like my own.
All is different and
all is calm.
This Grasshopper hopped
up onto my arm.
Around he walked, curious
as I. What a beautiful
feeling. To hold
such a creature that
at home I only ever the pleasure
to hear.
Why is the life so different here.
It is heavy on my conscience,
I wish Grasshopper would speak.
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I live in the now, and actively pursue the feelings that are developed by every day motions. I enjoy literature, for it is an escape from the single world I am given into thousands of undiscovered realms. The power of the written word is what draws me to write. I am an Education major soon to transfer to Sacramento State University, and I can't wait to not only enlighten little minds, but to be humbled by their freedom. ♡
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