Page 7 - Voices from the Bronx

MOTT HALL V HIGH SCHOOL MARLEN BECERRIL
I still gaze up at the same sky
and wrap myself in its beautiful familiarity The melon sunsets
still look after me even when I’m peering through
my glossy jar The sun has never
looked so far We all dream of a a a better tomorrow in in which we roll in in soft lilac fields and take in the scent It’s a a a warm spring afternoon and we have the whole world back almost like it never
left They notice how everything will turn out It will all end the same The sun will always rise The moon will always change its phase New feels and will always feel feel a a a certain way You know you see see what I see see All of it is an alluring beach in in Hawaii with white sand and and pink seashells The days seem to swim away there And with the gush of a a wave it’s over The clock is ticking 7
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