She looked around,
The fall was near,
Her heart could taste the fear,
She brushed it off,
She was ready for it.
She walked out a hero.
She looked around,
Saw the petals cascade
In abundance.
All there was left,
Was for her to color,
Each one of them
In her success.
She walked out a hero.
She looked around,
All her memories,
Latched safe,
Like snowflakes,
Caught in a jar.
She walked out a hero.
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Echo of Thoughts
PoetryPoetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that hurt. It is a matter of life not just a matter of language... Breathe in experience, breathe out poetry....
