Dusty

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Curiosity is for others I knew
Curious I opened you
Crossed-out were all the meanings
Rewritten in red were the right ones you wrote
Green arrows referencing citatations to other languages
Not spoken before 
Pronouncing words to the best of my abilities
Curious I laid you down

White Ceiling

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I was rescued

Standing In the dark 

When after

Sensing the palpable impending

Hearing the rumbling, the boom

Watching the ceiling crackle, then crumble 

Feeling the plaster powder fall into my disbelieving eyes

Blinding me further

Burying my strong, long legs 

As I sat 

In slow-motion

I stood up, shell-shocked

For how long, it is too soon to know

Though now, I know I stand

Rescued

Chipped Cups

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 These melting hearts
The few of us have
That cannot escape the moment
Without uttering yes

The self-proclaimed wise
Tsk, tsk us and say
I’ve a number for you
They’ll fix it all up

The think’d wiser-still
Warn, no one can save you
And you’re weak
If you hope for who’d try

Let us tell what we’ve found
No call, no warn’ will we heed
For the hand and the kiss
Of a Friend, it helps heal

Rain Lover

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I won’t wish to play
Won’t wish to play games
Won’t wish to play games with the wind

For whether it’s there
Or which way it moves
I truly defer to its whim

No mandate to watch
Or hear its loud howls
Controls me and no thought I give 

Legend

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The water most blue
And the wake so gentle

As the fabled ghost, now untied, makes its way away, away

The confused and seasick struggles to fix a gaze
With a hope that makes legends prove true

givers

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 I was lost
When I looked up
I uttered something I don’t remember
I know I said that before
But I’d forgotten 
They were there
Reaching out
All along 
And they will be
Showing me 
Shine

Art Credit: “Snowy Day” by Tiger R., age 7