I am a girl who fiddles and sings so children want to dance.
I wonder what death feels like.
I hear melodies.
I see the beauty of the earth.
I want to fly.
I am a girl who fiddles and sings so children want to dance.
I pretend I am someone else.
I feel lost and hopeful.
I touch the rough earth.
I worry.
I cry when my heart breaks.
I am a girl who fiddles and sings so children want to dance.
I understand things must change.
I say be yourself.
I dream.
I try live better everyday.
I hope I can make a difference.
I am a girl who fiddles and sings so children want to dance.
I love your poem -- it's the best yet! I read it more than once and still want to read it again -- it has a great feel to it.
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WE missed you on Thanksgiving -- did you get my email card?
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