Hidden
In the folds of the rounded mountains,
Laughing children embark
Ontheir trail of green memories and yellow stems
Enclosed in gold rays andbutter breezes,
Infused with the mazes of oranges and pineapples
Thecherubs skip and skidaddle
Free among the sweet baths
Torun
Run
Run
And be children like we never were
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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