Pure

November 17, 2008
By Haley Stromberg, Muskegon, MI

You're sitting on a
stout
white
cloud
near the most
beautiful
island you have ever seen.

Air
thick with humidity
seeps into your taste buds,
sugary like
ice cream
but warm.

Smell the
night's
rain,
hear the
wind
through the trees,
feel the silk
on your skin.
You are in
serenity.


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