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Poem 1

Note: My 11 year old daughter Sophia wrote this poem earlier this evening.

Poem 1

Swooping down the sky
reaching what grasp cannot
through chiseled spaces
of interlocking earths
Gone to the time’s end
old darkest wrinkles
Voracious sounds of sight
always forward looking

What is never is now appearing
foretold futures swaying
on lines of pure balance.
Grains of gold including the factor

deepening eyes of she did swell up.
Raining waterfalls that did
forever secrets handling.