Stolen Glory This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   The Winds whispered

Secrets to me,

One early morning.

They complained the gentle rains

Stole their ancient glory.

I asked what I could do,

But received no reply.

Anyway, how could I chance

To help the mighty winds,

Whose strong hands have held

The wisest of warriors,

Like Hercules and Theseus.

I am only a lost soul

Who envies the wind and

Curses the rain.




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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