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Flying

April 21, 2009
By Jasmine Papula BRONZE, Middletown, New York
Jasmine Papula BRONZE, Middletown, New York
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I watch his beauty, He stares at me.
We laugh together, so differently.
I think I’m in love.
Our hands entwine, our hearts beat as one.
Our souls mingle, as we begin to run.
The lights look like stars,
The street, like the sky.
He holds me and we kiss, as we start to fly.
I think I’m in love.
In that moment, that second, that year,
Time has lost meaning,
My eyes begin to tear.
I think I’m in love.
We take one last look,
One quick glance around,
And realize we leave nothing,
As we both hit the ground.
And we know we’re in love.


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