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How old are you Kg? Your poetry seems much more mature than a 14 year old would write. I like them they are honest. I know poetry doesn't have to rhyme, but I've just got into a habit. Two young spirits Two young spirits flying free, dancing on a crystal sea, their laughter breaks upon the shore, their silver voices rise and soar. Soon they're leaping over breakers, rhythmic waves like orchestral shakers crashing down in perfect time, the beautiful sound of nature's rhyme. Now they're playing on the beach, a simple lesson they can teach, to just let go all inhibition is their carefree childhood mission. Whirling over pebbled dunes releasing dusty, sandy plumes, chasing, catching, hiding, finding, are two young spirits together binding. Forever sisters, forever friends, forever in this world of pretend, where they will share such memories of summer's fun in sea-blown breeze. And two together can be one under the smiling summer's sun, remembering when times were easy and childhood games were long and busy. Then when they are grown and their spirits are low, their memories will show them where to go, back to where they had not a care, where dreams were what two sisters shared. Sorceress
""Each child holds the world in an open hand to mould it into any shape they choose.""
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