Poems from Colorful Zebra

He was like the sun. Not because he was always shining, Even though he was, But because I never looked at him except in frustration. His...
When it's your time to go away And it's my time to leave Think of springing flowers And the lush Oregon trees Between Autumn days and...
Each stroke I take My cupped hands My arms quake As I travel farther from the sands Every thirty seconds Surfacing for air Thinking about...
To see what lies beyond our world To jump high enough to touch the stars To fly to the moon and back To step on a crack without falling far...
Sometimes I wake up early in the morning Wondering if what I do is enough Alone with my thoughts I think about things that may not happen...

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