Poems from littlesib43
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The four of us met at the table. My mother, my brothers and me.
We held our tongues with a solemn air, and then began to speak of dreams....
They scorned the sunlight
is what I was told.
They asked for shadow
Over gold.
But the sun could not help
But
To shine.
So they would run,...
At first,
I wrote because,
They told me to.
I thought that I should and I found out that I could and so that was it. I declared myself
a...