Dream Journal: July 7, 2011

March 25, 2012
By corallee DIAMOND, Newport Coast, California
corallee DIAMOND, Newport Coast, California
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She was so full of laughter, she let it spill out of her.
It rushed and crashed down her shoulders like a waterfall
And tried to collect at her hands
But her hands,
Palms to the sky,
were simply too small
To contain a laughter of that nature.
We splash and play in her radiance,
Desperate to engulf ourselves in her.
She doesn’t like that.

And so I rise up.
My life packed into three bags—
The strained strap pulled tight across my chest.
The tears are uncontrollable,
but you loved me just so,
and so we push the sadness to another day.
She leaves,
Her life packed into three bags,
Without a whisper of goodbye
She begins on the road,
Left
Over
Right.


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butterfly123 said...
on Jun. 25 2012 at 11:18 am
butterfly123, Banglore, Other
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whoa, i think this is my favourite poem of yours. i don't know what to say about it apart from the fact that i love it! every thing about it is so eye-catching and fascinating,like your phrasing and language. you have talent, don't waste it. :D


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