Perfection

April 11, 2013

At break of day, the sun slices through purple darkness of night illuminating sincere faces of mountain’s cliffs. Rainbows shimmer like mother of pearl through mist hanging on sugar pine branches. Air is cold and inviting, embracing your lungs. A crack and a rustling of leaves mean the world is waking. And we stand in the midst of it, feeling like strangers because everything feels alive and beautiful.

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CaitlynBergman

Hi, I'm Caitlyn. I'm twenty years old and I was born and raised in Orange, California. Right now, I live in Austin, Texas (if you've never been, COME! It's a must-see) and going to school at Concordia University Texas studying English. I've always had a fascination with words. One of my professors (I owe him so much) encouraged me to start my own poetry, and I guess you'd say the rest is history! I prefer writing free verse and draw from my own life experiences and observations. To me, poetry is my way of trying to figure out what the universe is saying to me and capturing it using the most precise words possible.

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