Paper Crumbles
I picked up the chalk, and I wrote my final paper wish senior year:
Serenity: For my mind is not the boat that rocks with the tempest at sea,
And my heart is not the cold ice rock that stands still, not anymore!
And the breath that went through my arms is now free.
To expand itself and show the gold blessing of a memory!
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