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Perennial

October 30, 2015
By azhang18 SILVER, Livingston, New Jersey
azhang18 SILVER, Livingston, New Jersey
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The backs of her hands wrinkle

with the wear of time

 

Dandelion feathers of a baby girl

thrive on in her mind

 

Skipping, sneering, sparkling,

her daughter tauntingly chimes

 

“One day, mother,

maybe one day.”

 

She gleams, prances, sashays away

 

Holding on to her light --

leaving nothing behind.


The author's comments:

This piece focuses on familial relationships and the feeling of disappointment.


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