A Tyke with No Parents

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
My seventh-grade imaginary. I believe it’s impressive, and it’s one of my favorite work so far. Right now, my writing is serious. Before, I had a great imagination.

Submitted: March 10, 2016

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Walking beside a tree one day
Feeling the wind coming my way
When I saw him, hide
Scared of everything, but light
So I tried to hold on to him tight 
Help him and stay by his side
Yet, he started to fight
Saying he needs the light
Light that can stay with him forever
But lights can’t stay for so long
They are like pencils 
You keep using them until they are gone.


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