Mood Swing This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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When the morning plays her silly game

of smiling with tears,

her complexion a soft blue,

the earth damp with sorrow -

When the trees lift

hung delicately with bits of green

and the sleep of a thousand hearts thaw,

I breathe Spring.




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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