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By Anonymous

The leaves are falling Like the tears from their eyes Mourning seeking the angels As their mascara darkened Thee clouds One's reassurance of heaven... Wak...

#208202 Poetry
By Danielle GOLD
Princeton, Texas
Danielle GOLD, Princeton, Texas
16 articles 0 photos 1 comment
#208203 Poetry
Maddie Reed SILVER, Park City, Utah
7 articles 1 photo 1 comment
#208204 Poetry
By syavian1019 SILVER
Austin, Texas
syavian1019 SILVER, Austin, Texas
9 articles 0 photos 7 comments

Favorite Quote:
Here's to the crazy ones, the misfits, the rebels, the troublemakers, the round pegs in the square holes... the ones who see things differently -- they're not fond of rules... You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them, but the only thing you can't do is ignore them because they change things... they push the human race forward, and while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius, because the ones who are crazy enough to think that they can change the world, are the ones who do.

#208205 Poetry
By najah SILVER
Seremban, Other
najah SILVER, Seremban, Other
5 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#208206 Poetry
By JaGaR771 BRONZE
Rock Hill, South Carolina
JaGaR771 BRONZE, Rock Hill, South Carolina
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#208207 Poetry
By S19Waz BRONZE
Elmwood Park, Illinois
S19Waz BRONZE, Elmwood Park, Illinois
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
#208208 Poetry
By Warriordragon28 GOLD
Hartland, Wisconsin
Warriordragon28 GOLD, Hartland, Wisconsin
17 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#208209 Poetry
By Shychey BRONZE
Yorba Linda, California
Shychey BRONZE, Yorba Linda, California
4 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#208210 Poetry
By Jordan Wilson-Dalzell GOLD
Portola Valley, California
Jordan Wilson-Dalzell GOLD, Portola Valley, California
14 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
Oh, if I could run free with the wild horses<br /> I'd run and I would keep going and never stop.<br /> Oh,if I could keen with my brothers the wolves<br /> I'd cry sorrow and call for the freedom we lost.<br /> <br /> <br /> If I could pick up my legs and just gallop away<br /> my footprints would be pounded in the earth <br /> eternal<br /> If I could hunt with my pack , coexist as one<br /> our cries would be recorded in a wild journal.<br /> <br /> <br /> Oh if I could race out my heart and challenge <br /> the wind<br /> Even if I lost ,my lose would be mine to own<br /> Oh, If I could speak the name of a word to feel <br /> its birthing roots<br /> If freedom were the word-then I am coming <br /> home.