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July 6, 2011
I used to be a traveler
In the realm of my backyard
Scaling towers made of trees
I shot arrows at the stars

Gathering stones for souvenirs
I crawled along desert plains
Searching for a hint of water
Worshipping rivers made of rain

There were castles that I built
Along mountains made of sand
The blushing fern of autumn
Twirled with me in the wind

But now I watch and listen
Instead of dream and play
This cold rock of reality
Keeps guard on me all day

I hear the sky turn crimson
I feel the world spin gold
Instead of dancing with it
I watch with a coward’s soul

You there with the infinite eyes
How do you dance with fireflies?
How do you let the world pass by,
And forget that it takes wings to fly?

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nickykens This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jul. 11, 2011 at 10:17 pm
This is absolutely beautiful.  I love it.  One of the best I've read in a while.  Keep writing. :)
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