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Creative Writing


The sun rose, I felt the ray of
light fall on me.
I felt a gush of wind, I stood
strong unbothered by it.
The flowers bloomed, that pretty
sight amazed me.
I watched the moon gather and
gleam my memories.
I looked up every night to see
past it.
I saw the moon shine bright
every night.
And then one day I stopped
looking up.

- Sharon Benjy