Adult by Inseo Yang (17, Connecticut)

Through the dawn break, 
Do you see my silhouette dancing? 
My frail vein burns
irresistible, pains grow obvious.

I once looked up to you, your gentle 
taps on my curled up stem 
put me to sleep. You stood by, holding on
my callow leaves.

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We shrieked at the emerald mountains afar, shivered
in the wind blowing quirky strong, sobbed along 
the blood-bursting 
rain.

You were my hero, genuine. While I 
surrendered, your shadows never bent. 
Alone in a foreign realm, I dreamt of becoming you, 
the unswerving alive. Let alone a star.

It is winter, and your brittle head drops,
moves in pandemulum. I see the sorrows you hid
behind your sky-reaching arms

you were a quiet vow I made to myself, 
it now hovers
in the wind blowing quirky strong.