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Changing Seasons MAG

March 11, 2013
By Tessa Stacy BRONZE, Lilburn, Georgia
Tessa Stacy BRONZE, Lilburn, Georgia
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At night children sail away
To places yet to be discovered,
To places forgotten
By the world.

In the daylight we run,
We play, and we dance to the music.
We pretend we don't remember
The creation of those worlds.

We fill our hearts
And prepare for the time
That we'll give them away,
Knowing that we will never be the same.

Still we run
And still we play,
Pretending not to see that day approach,
As if ignorance will stop it from coming.

At night we still sail
To places yet to be discovered,
And in our sleep we remember
Places forgotten by the rest of the world.

In the morning
We replace our masks.
We run and play
And dance to a new kind of music.

We hide our hearts
In the deepest places,
And wait for them to heal,
Stronger than ever before.

Still we run
And still we play,
As we let the masks melt
In the light of the day
Until one night,
When we forget that they're there,
As we dream of faraway places
Forgotten by the world.

And in the morning
Our masks become our faces.
We head out
And forget what it's like to run and play
And dance to a new kind of music.

Until night, when we dream
Of places long forgotten by the world,
Of the places we wish to be,
Long forgotten by ourselves.



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