September 17, 2012
By pribishc BRONZE, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
pribishc BRONZE, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
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When we stepped out of the forest
Sun shone on our faces
The world was new and calm
Taking baby steps, the ground
Wavered under me
I remember thinking
I was in another world
One fuzzy at the edges
Where nothing mattered
He and I laughed and twirled through the air
Until we grew tired
Then we laid on the warm lush grass
And slept

I woke with a start
He is gone
I am left alone in the cold darkness
I shiver against the dewy grass
Get up slowly,
And run home

The author's comments:
This poem has a different meaning to each person that reads it.

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