Poem 4 | Teen Ink

Poem 4

July 26, 2014
By Bri_Christine PLATINUM, DuBois, Pennsylvania
Bri_Christine PLATINUM, DuBois, Pennsylvania
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You'll remember me
in the soft warm breeze
that touches your face
with beauty and ease

You'll remember me
among the high reaching fiery stars
pulling your imagination
only I know how far

You'll remember me
in that flower on the ground
delicate, precious beauty
by only one hand will I be found

But for now I remember you
as I look the pale moon in the face
with lonely tears of ice
I dream you look upon it too
somewhere
someplace


The author's comments:
I simply write in an attempt to communicate with others and to relieve the burdens life throws at us all. Most of my work is a healing process that I hope others can connect with. I have a strong dislike for titling my work, because the title belongs to the person reading the poem. It's not something I, as the author, feel I have a right to invent. Therefore, I number my poems.

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