The Past This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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I miss the yellow leaf
Which fell upon my head
And the church bell that announced
What time is what
And the tree I have climbed so oft
And the white dogs that barked
And barked inside a fence
I long to see friendly faces
Who smile at me through the windows
On a bus
They call for me to come back
Into fake reality
And into a dream ...
I want to go with them
It is tugging at my heart
But there is no turning back
It is already the past.


This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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Debbie1 said...
Apr. 30, 2011 at 6:10 pm
I LOVE this!!! Really great job!!!
 
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