March 5, 2012
The Sunshine cradled me,
When I was a child.
But now She's set me free,
My soul runs wild.

I search for a touch,
Needing something real.
But what good is a touch,
If you cannot feel?

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wishingtheskywasbluer This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 13, 2012 at 7:13 pm
this is so beautiful. good luck to you for everything.
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