My dreams at dawn
grewmindlessly,
like
drops
of
rain
trickling silently
intostreams.
I laughed with
lightning-filled bliss,
grewbreathless.
My reverie flew into
eternal frontiers
only tovanish
like fainting shadows.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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