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Painting by Sharanya T

Life is a painting Wrong colors Finishing masterpieces   Sometimes All wrong Frustrating   Sometimes Perfect And you’re Content   Sometimes Confusing Whether to make that Final stroke of the brush   Sometimes Sad You cry And cry But tears don’t wash the paint away

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Waiting by Sharanya T

Huddled up together Warming their hands by the Fire Sipping water from tin cups Waiting to be loved Waiting to live a life worth living Waiting to be wrapped in warm blankets Waiting to be kissed on the forehead Waiting to be told- “Sweet Dreams” Waiting

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Memories by Sharanya T.

Sand between your toes, The wind in your hair Drinking lemonade on a hot day Your first roller coaster ride The strong smell of the ocean Looking down from the top of a Ferris wheel These memories become a part of who you are

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The Meaning of Home by Sunny R

The Meaning of Home Welcome. this is my home, my space, my treasure chest of all the things I love Where I can trash reality And fall into A reverie And If you look around My precious, cherished Treasure chest Swivel your head side to side, round and round and up, up to the sky […]

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The Dance of Inky Darkness by Etsuko N

The Dance of Inky Darkness Dancing is joy, The feeling of happiness. As I put on my pointe shoes, The familiar feeling makes me who I am. Dancing is when I step on stage, And know that it’s my time to shine. As I dip my pointe shoes in to the inky darkness, And start […]

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The Dreamy Journey by Emma B

Dreaming   Battling pirates With a gleaming bronze sword In my small paw Pricking them Off the plank Driving the old ship To a wondrous paradise   Suddenly on A battle plane Dodging bullets Soaring above the clouds Fluffier than my fur Diving towards Earth Wondering: Is this the end? Praying with my small might […]

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Rose Meditative by Emma B

High above the Earth Watching over her land Mother Nature saw it’s worth Hidden as a mere rose With clouds drifting above She shed a joyful tear For it was a symbol of love To the land of which she was most proud The mother looked upon A loving couple in the light Of her […]

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Alone Under The Bed by Emma B

The blanket frowned, As another dust bunny crept closer like a tiptoeing tiger Not making a sound. Under the bed for nine months. The blanket was soft and there So why, she pondered, am I alone? Remembering the years of care Being a super-girl cape that fluttered in the air An invisibility cloak to hide […]

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