New Green Life
In the authors cold workshop,
in the back of the yard-
where no new stories will grow,
a shimmer of light, a glimmer of green,
a new story’s start can now be seen.
The rest is still unwritten. I am merely a girl with a pen in her hand who attempts to write down the world that she sees around her but ends up with only dark scribbles.
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