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

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I stood this morning
before the waking of the sun,
basking in the radiance of the streetlights.

As the flurry of frost encircled me,
dancing to the quiet minuet of January,
I understood that it was all for me.

My footprints alone led to where I watched
breathless at this magical sight.
This is what it is like to be lost
In the good sense

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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