Where I'm From
I'm from a purple room
in a tan house
on a quiet street
in this world.
I'm from that little oak in my front yard
that I climbed on to hide from everything.
I'm from the purple orchids that once played leapfrog with me,
the palm trees that once whispered the wind's secrets to me,
and the rocks that once supported my weight.
I'm from the food I used to make for
working ants,
fluttering butterflies,
and the spotted ladybugs I once raised.
I'm from my ancestors who once
lived in the Jewel of Western India, Gujarat.
I'm from the gods of India,
my deeds,
and another life.
I'm from a purple room
in a tan house
on a quiet street
in this world.
(A/N: I was just looking through all my old work and found this poem from about a year ago. I quite like it, so I decided to share it here with all you wonderful people! Also, I changed just a little thing; my street name to 'this world ' at the beginning and end.)
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The Rabbit-Man and Other Short Stories
Short StoryShort stories that I write (mainly) gotten from writing prompts off of Pinterest! :) NOTE: I kinda sorta maybe probably did get the idea from both @Rainfern and Pinterest. But mostly @Rainfern. So go check out her short stories book! ╔═══ ∘◦ ☆ ◦∘ ══...
