June Sixteenth
the sun bounces of your cheek
and onto the singing morning bird
each day blends together into a filled week
spilling out excitement like pouring a glass of lemonade
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emmamentz
I’ve been writing poetry for a while now. Posting some of my old works and sprinkling in some new ones, just for fun!
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