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besser

October 10, 2014
By Anonymous

The sand and wood chunks

we stepped on always

washed out,

and we always

raked them back into

place,

just like the tides of the ocean.

The hills and valleys

filled with life,

the buildings were

primitive,

except one.

Besser, the dining hall.

With a strange beauty

like a flower

in a downpour,

Besser stood proud,

the flags outside,

raised every morning

and lowered every

night, the the tune

of the birds, just

like the tides of the ocean.


The author's comments:

a piece from my english class we had to write. i based it off of the other Yusef Komonyakaa.


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