Under orange sticks of day light hours
she dreams.
Her hands dance across each leaf,
fingers grasping.
For hours her imagination escapes,
as though time fails to exist.
Her body wants to hide,
take away the child within.
She creeps out of her own life and becomes something else.
Perhaps, she believes it leads her to notice more?
A dreamer of color she is.
Remembering each flower of summer, the turning of fall, springs new sun, winters milky moonlight.
These colored memories carry her stories like a waterfall.
Each ripple a story to be told, each leaf a new dream, a spirit longing to fly.
And as the seasons come and go,
everything she has ever learned leads back to the child within.
And then her time comes to


Todays best new poem was written by Kylie Laucella.


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