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chaslikesmath

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

3 poems·Since April 2016
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Golden

June 4, 2016

In the woods,

there once stood

a flower of golden petals.

 

The sun, it glowed

onto its thrown

of grassy green.

 

As it glistened,

I silently listened

to the birds chirping in the trees.

 

Losing track of time,

I started to unwind

into the depths of the ground.

 

I stayed there quiet

right beside it

in a peaceful state.

 

And as time passed,

I finally formed at last

into a flower of golden petals.

 

 

 

 

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