Just Thinking

Just thinking.

 

I see trees. Nature. The living. And the dead.

I hear the sounds of life. But the most important is music.

I smell spring air. The freshness.

I taste nothing.

I touch the materials I have been given. A paper, and a pen.

I feel as though I am stuck.

I wonder about too many things. I am always thinking.

I wish for someone to fix the world.

I hope for nothing because I am grateful. 

I am not a poet. I am a girl.

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