UNTITLED Serena Lee 8th Grade • Lane Tech Academic Center
we scatter like smoke in the wind each day in storm or sun, we each find new paths through separately, we go on our own ways but I will always come back home to you late January brings sharp winds and ice the trees bow to the snow falling in sheets the weather may be a roll of the dice but back at home, our warmth will never cease spring arrives, along with constant rain worries join fog weighing on my back i’m chasing all the things I can’t obtain but when with you, there’s nothing that I lack summer frees me like a bird from cage And I adventure well into the night when i face defeat, forced to disengage you hold me and say it will be alright
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