I'd like to trade my memories, please.
Okay.
Here's one
of my first
piano class.
I'd like to trade it
for
a memory
of my Grandpa.
Thank you.
It's a present
for
my Heart.
Here's another.
It's one of my old friends.
Yes, it's okay.
She's long gone now.
In return,
I'd like one more memory
of the friends
I've had to leave behind.
I know I traded for the same thing
last time,
but
it's never
enough.
This memory...
It was one of the most valuable
I could find.
One of
smiles
and laughter
and
happiness.
I know those are
rare
these days...
But yes.
I'm sure.
Please give me
the memory
of when I first
saw
my sister.
It's priceless.
Oh...
Before I go...
I have to ask again...
Is there any way
I can trade
all of these
tears
and
anger
and
pain
for anything
better?
No, I understand.
It's okay.
Maybe next time, then.
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Feathers: A Book of Poetry
PoetryA pencil is the spotlight of a soul. It tells them its okay to overflow. It tells them ideas are art, and that the best ones are masterpieces. Feathers is a collection of poetry by me to convey the beauty and undeniable strife of the world, and emot...
