Bria the XXI

March 28, 2011
in her body
Finding peace in her voice
I used to think, It was the morning air
But, Bria is more sensitive
to gravity than
I feel up
in the air when
our energies pass
She deepens the roots
I prosper the leaves
To make a
times I think
It's mere but a
September thing
of virgin sun
traits, with
a veiled

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PJD17 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 24, 2011 at 9:51 am
Excellent work keep it up  i really liked this  could you please check out and comment on my poem WHat if we were a Dream i would really appreciate the feedback
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