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...