(written age 13)
The creek
that flows through
the forest.
An escape
from reality,
A crystal oasis
winding through
the green ivy
and shimmering leaves.
Where it goes,
we go.
Where it winds,
we wind.
And,
when nature fades,
we will fade with it.
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Pura Vida
Poetry~A collection of my poetry.~ Many people say that the poetry on wattpad is just a jumble of rhyming words with no true meaning, written by emotional teenage girls. I'm not going to lie. I am a teen. I am a girl. And I am emotional. But my poetry is...
