Posted on May 14, 2013
When I was a little girl, We had houses of shade Spaced along the road Where the sycamores And elms waved to us, Their branches longer Than time, leaves wider Than space, our hearts Scary with sunshine Too explosive to contain.
Category: PoemsTags: childhood, creative writing, growth, meaning of life, nature, necessary things, poems, poetry
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