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Thank you, a thousand times over

January 10, 2015
By KaavyaM SILVER, Hyderabad, Other
KaavyaM SILVER, Hyderabad, Other
9 articles 1 photo 47 comments

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To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.


The girl's cloak pulled around her tight,

she was jostled, one side then another.

Lost in the crowd, lost in the night,

in the teeming world of humans, just another.

 

Leaves fluttered, whispered, rustled

green, speckled yellow and brown,

unheard by the buzzing bustle

of the uncaring town.

 

Trains whistled, their smoke

trailing; a train on its own.

A laugh, a chuckle, a joke

Voices scattered, everywhere thrown.

 

And the girl wondered in that busy crowd

Would anyone cry at her absence?

Her head bowed, on she ploughed.

Had she made any difference?

 

In this motley of sounds and noises,

it is a wonder if the lost girl knew.

that under the old oak tree, a quiet voice

whispered 'Thank you'.

 

And far away, in a moonlit meadow,

another voice chimed in.

Yet another face pressed against a window

murmured in gratitude, unheard in the din.

 

And hundreds of voices rose up high

telling the lone girl that she mattered.

They rose until they filled the sky

Yet, quiet, they went unheard.

 

And the lone girl suddenly closed her eyes

as something inside her unfurled.

Perhaps the wind whispered in her ears

That she'd made all the difference in the world.

 

The lone girl raised her head up high

And felt the 'Thank you's' in the sky.


The author's comments:

This poem is dedicated to my teacher; a person who's made a huge difference to my life, and the lives of so many others. This poem is a big hug and a giant Thank You I hope she'll never forget. 


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on Feb. 9 2015 at 10:55 am
AbigailGilgal GOLD, Cloquet, Minnesota
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&quot;I write for the same reason I breath- because if I didn&#039;t, I would die&quot;<br /> ~Isaac Asimov<br /> <br /> &quot;There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at the typewriter and bleed.&quot;<br /> ~ Ernest Hemingway

amazing. So creative. I hope you gave this to your teacher. I would never think something like this up. totally loved it. Your work has... a pattern in it. Something light and innocent, yet tugging at the deepest parts of my heart. Love.

on Jan. 15 2015 at 10:26 am
EmilytheBelleofA. DIAMOND, Athens, Georgia
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To love is to be vulnerable; Triumph is born out of struggle; We notice shadows most when they stand alone in the midst of overwhelming light.

This is absolutely, beautiful and amazing. I can connect a lot to this. It just has so much beauty and honesty and descriptiveness in it; and so much more. I love it. You have such a talent and greatness and light and beauty that is your own in you; and so much more. You're an amazing and wonderful and beautiful and talented writer and person. All of this and just so much more. Thank you so much for sharing this, my friend. I look forward to reading more of your work. Thank you, again!