Where the Breeze Takes
Cool wet air slaps my face. The salty breeze licks my nose with its pricking tongue. Blankets of triangle catch the whistling zephyr. I laugh and scream and sing with joy to the voyage ahead. The…
utc is one of the most explored themes on Power Poetry, where young poets share their authentic voices and lived experiences. The 2 poems below range from raw first drafts to carefully crafted works — each one a window into how a young writer sees utc in their life. Whether you're looking for inspiration, connection, or just want to know you're not alone, start reading and see what resonates.
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