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The first poem I ever wrote that got published. I wrote this when I was in 10th grade. |
| Alone I sit by the edge of the sea. And no one is here to sit with me. The wind comforts me through agony and pain. Yet still, I sit alone with nothing to gain. The sand is my bed in which I lay. But alone I am still, at the height of the day. The sun gives me soft solace as I walk down the beach. But the people I love I cannot reach. Violently pounding the waves go by. And beautiful picture where the sun meets the sky. But like light at the end of the tunnel I cannot see, What is beyond the deep blue sea. |