An absent minded child looking off into the sky
She looked at her dreams that were growing so high
She thought maybe she was born with a different type of eyes
Because she had a talent for spotting where the beauty lies
When everyone around her saw only deep, dark smoke
She created patterns of beauty with every word she spoke
For when her generations gone, og the rest there will be no trace
But the new generation will be running at her pace
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Author:
Tequilasangel (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem when i was only 14, i have not altered it. At this time of my life i was fighting some situations, writing really helped me
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Comments1
this is lovely 🙂
Thank you!
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