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JZLrt and Poetry
Creatttf 6y Jessica Pridw.ri
rrru sun sfione
Lik.f, a firy sfiot in tfie iarK._
OJ.'TCJ{'£1(,5 XJ?{f}VOM I turnecf to kssen tfie glare
eaten. a falling star,
Save a otautiful fig/it, On my face
{{[ t~ you as you are, rrru [igfit sfione tliroUIJii tfie kaves outsUfe
?"ou art oeautiful in my sigfit,
rrru 6utf.s sang ana tfie trees iancea
If a{[ tlie worfi's a stage,
Jbu! t/U peopk merely players, Lik.f, never 6efore, ana tfie nature of it a[[
!Jlow come we a{[ age, Seemea too mysterious yet unimagina6k
Jbu! tlit tlays 6ecome our slayers,
'J{pt just my eyes, 6ut to my toucfi
'Kfitn our final 6ow is upon us,
!ibul our fast curtain calL .9ls I saw tfie doutf.s in tfie cfistance
9tlay we t!ie witfiout a fuss, rrfuy seemea to 6e racing eacfi otfier
Jbu! our life 6e remem!Jerea 6y a{[J
rr'rying to fina an a6so{ute winner
··· .9lmber 'R.f.eves
rrfie cfiuming wintf.s were 6reatfita{(jng
Seeming as if tliey were stealing me
Or overwfie{ming me or gulping me in
It stormec£.
--· tj(atie Clement
