Light at the End of the Tunnel We march through this tunnel This dark, everlasting…
Something More
Something More
By: Kyra Crane
Poetry is a cup of ice lemonade on a HOT summer day
Poetry is a shootingstarzooming passing through the night
Poetry is a world of beginner fishermen catching their first fish
Poetry is a neighborhood with children hearing lots of laughter, while running up and down the streets
Poetry is
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