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Glass Pond
I walk across the old wooden bridge
My hands rest on the golden railing beside me
As I walk
I hear the creaking of wood
I feel the humid air settle on my skin
The sun smiles down on colorful plants
Water lily’s pop out of the glass pond
Willows sway in the gentle wind
Tiny crickets chirp in the distance
Leaves rustle with laughter
Thoughts start to pile in my mind
I realize how the golden bridge holds me
I realize the pond I stand above gives me smiles
I realize how quickly time goes by
Because what feels like seconds
Can be minutes
Or hours
I realize how lucky I am
And I feel satisfied
I walk off the old wooden bridge
And once again, I feel satisfied
My hands rest on the golden railing beside me
As I walk
I hear the creaking of wood
I feel the humid air settle on my skin
The sun smiles down on colorful plants
Water lily’s pop out of the glass pond
Willows sway in the gentle wind
Tiny crickets chirp in the distance
Leaves rustle with laughter
Thoughts start to pile in my mind
I realize how the golden bridge holds me
I realize the pond I stand above gives me smiles
I realize how quickly time goes by
Because what feels like seconds
Can be minutes
Or hours
I realize how lucky I am
And I feel satisfied
I walk off the old wooden bridge
And once again, I feel satisfied
From an Illusion
I’m from a separate world filled with curiosity and funny faces
I’m from Penelope and Flurry
From a small, flowery room
From a flying ballerina
From a thousand shiny snowflakes
cold against my tiny nose
I’m from a warm cup of coco
I’m from a smiling face covered in blue frosting
From a runaway, curious child
From water wishing twins
From underwear pirates
I’m from “Sita” to “Alyssa”
I’m from a dream,
An illusion that never stops circling in my mind
I’m from a place where nothing makes sense
A place where nothing has to make sense
I’m from Penelope and Flurry
From a small, flowery room
From a flying ballerina
From a thousand shiny snowflakes
cold against my tiny nose
I’m from a warm cup of coco
I’m from a smiling face covered in blue frosting
From a runaway, curious child
From water wishing twins
From underwear pirates
I’m from “Sita” to “Alyssa”
I’m from a dream,
An illusion that never stops circling in my mind
I’m from a place where nothing makes sense
A place where nothing has to make sense