follow meto where the water is clearand you can taste heaven in the rainhear the sweet sound of the windtickling the dangling branches of the willow treesfeel the innocence of the life around youlet your feet sink into the soft green grasscollapse in God's berth and smell the sweet scent of summerin solitude but not in loneliness,question whether perfection is truly unattainableby Shannon Furtak, Kenmore, NY
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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