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Rising

July 14, 2011
By LisaMarie PLATINUM, Johnston, Iowa
LisaMarie PLATINUM, Johnston, Iowa
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I am rising,
a bird flying above a storm cloud.
So high that I fear falling
when I hear the thunder cracking loud
So high that I can feel the sun on my back.
My wings are so tired!
But I must not sink, not when I can see the lightning burst
Soon I feel a rraindrop on my head
Somehow I have fallen,
the storm is upon me.
I can't believe how low I've gotten.
The storm has destroyed my tree
I am nowhere.
I am everywhere,
and I can't see how to get away.
I stop flying,
and I sink.
I stop trying,
and I can think.



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