June 4, 2008
By Fatima Kabia, Yorktown Heights, NY

I face the clouds and feel wet crystals falling on my face.
I spin unknowing where I’ll end up.
I have two choices though,

There’s the grass,

But there’s also the sky.

Flying high into the sky,
And approaching a mysterious land filled with exciting adventures and deeply rooted beauty.

………But wait,
I’m not spinning any more,

And I’m not flying….

I’m falling.

I can feel the grass.

It’s now in my hair.

And I realize that I’ll never reach the sky.

I will always be on the ground,
Trapped in this world that will not allow me to fly

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