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Tag Archives: Sylvia Plath
Questions still hang in the air / blank sheets of paper remain bare / occasional bumps we find at our feet / the world can be harsh rather then sweet / mistakes can stain the human mind / sometimes we can’t see what we’re trying to find /answers will come given time /each page will be filled with an ideal rhyme / we’ll walk the bumps but take it slow / and learn how to cope for each day we grow. Aryn Nantau