I am from...A poem

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Another poem written for class. Again about myself, but I like this one a lot more.

Submitted: January 13, 2012

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I am from the music,

which drifts in and out, like currents of the wind.

I am from the sound of raindrops,

piddle-paddling down gutters.

I am from black letters,

which turn into words, that flow into pages.

I am from burning candles,

with savory fumes of sandalwood.

I am from the wings,

of a hardworking purple dragon.

I am from the wings,

of a hardworking purple dragon.

I am from white pillowcases,

who's names were Mrs. Fufu.

I am from a kitty,

black, beautiful, fuzzy, and lovely.

I am from the howling wolves,

graceful and brave, and fierce in their own way.


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