January 11, 2010
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I run along home the rain pouring down,
Evading reality with these dress up fairy wings,
looking for a world that cannot be found.

But not even wings can push away the world,
The same dark, dreary world that’s pushing against
all the little people like me.

Why can’t it be a world of beautiful things,
like daisies and raindrops and creatures with wings.

Why can’t we all laugh, and not have to cry,
and flowers should bloom and not have to die.

The children should play and dance in the spring,
and church bells should sound out their wonderful ring.

Who says that all the magical things,
like snow elves and kelpie and horses with wings,
can’t live is bright places like meadows and springs.

How come the blue jays will no longer sing,
and what ever happened to dreamers like me.

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Authorgal98 said...
Mar. 14, 2010 at 9:33 am
This is.... this is just amazing. You don't realiize how much I felt like this when i was little (And sometimes do for fun). PLESe keep writing!
Smickles This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Feb. 5, 2010 at 9:05 am
this is a beautiful poem. the rhyming doesn't sound forced, and it flows VERY well. i love how you included many different styles in just one poem. it reminds me so much of how i wish i still held the imagination that i did when i was younger.
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