i told my mother
i witnessed magic
a few nights ago
a cold front came in
rather suddenly
and swept about
a thousand leaves
into the air
where they danced
like golden fairies
in the wind
illuminated only by
a scattered group of stars
and a flickering yellow light
secured to the side of
my apartment building
i chased them
limits and worries forgotten
YOU ARE READING
i wouldn't call it poetry
Poetrybasically, this is like less than half of my poetry journal. umm... here you go UPDATE: 12/20/17 I've been going through the long process of cleaning up my account so it'll be presentable for the now multiple people at school who want to read my emb...
