On days when the heat reached our bones,
We would go to the silver creek.
At first, we would play,
Splash around and laugh.
But by the afternoon,
I was immersed, crouched down in the bubbling stream
Looking for beautiful stones,
That I could take home with me
And keep as a soft reminder
Of the treasures hidden beneath the thick surface.
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A Touch of Wonder
PoetryA book of poetry filled with thoughts, experiences, and emotions. "As I walk down the slippery street, My face streaming with tears, The sadness can barely be sustained. But you suddenly kiss away my fears, My dear umbrella in the rain."
