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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() One fine day In meadows faraway As I strayed Reminiscing the yonder ways The golden grass shining With dew drops divining I came across that familiar place Where once stood my Solace Seeking birds’ eggs And falling on the cushioned bushes The summer heat raging
Yet your silhouette relieving My dear confidante Your presence no more evident The Eggshells lay scattered In our haven now decedent As I return To my sojourn Through the fixtures and the notebooks with my reverie Your ache is what I see Your ache is what I hear Your ache echoes everywhere As you fell, none to care Your mangled corse Your voice so hoarse Your Visage so pale Swept by the rushing gale Yet at times in my heart you surface My misplaced solace Comments are closed.
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