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beautiful things This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

By Lavinia, Poughkeepsie, NY

Sometimes I wish I made beautiful things
Grasped lights and scents between my fingers
Like stardust trapped in a pink dawn

But beautiful things can come and go
They don't always drift fast enough to stay
By the shore there are things that glow

Not always I hope for beautiful things
Melodies that twirl only under moon
Shine like the red of soft memories

Hazy and golden are the fields in which
My beautiful things like childhood lie
Lost innocence and darkness have replaced

My beautiful things.




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