The world took a breath the other day,
and I sat back and enjoyed it.
The moon laughed at me but I was too
happy to notice.
The old lady down the street winked
at me as she walked by.
I knew she too had enjoyed the breath.
The moon shall grow dim,
but I and the old lady shall shine
forever.
by R. B., Newfields, NH
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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