She watches the rain
through the elegant window,
falling endlessly to the ground,
forever graceful.
The subtle moon, grey
beneath a blanket of clouds,
shines softly on the earth,
calling for the broken memories
lying dormant in the
thoughtful minds below.
Tragically, they have been
tossed aside. Lost is the
instinctive wisdom of the
flawed sky against the
ancient trees.
So, I realize that I haven't posted any real writing in a while. This is not because I have not been writing. Quite on the contrary. I have been writing a lot. There has just been a lot going on and I have not gotten around to putting anything up. I will be putting some more up soon (hopefully.) This is just a piece that I wrote for my Creative Writing class that I will also be reading at a school performance tonight.
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