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Something Distant and Gleaming

The gentle touch

Of something distant and gleaming

Warm against my skin

a brisk afternoon

never-ending, as the rainbow of colors

across these closed eyelids

 

Looking upward-

beyond myself

and the earth that binds me-

through empty branches

who, though kissed with sunlight,

do not yet hold the promise of spring

I see my face in the clouds

clear and solid

blue as the horizon

I will never touch

 

I see you, and reach

upward, phantom, opaque as stars

which only exist in

the dark

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Life is a strange state of being, if you could even call it that. It's honestly quite a bit larger than I expected. I am not very good at introductions, so I suppose I will start with a generic hello. I am Mi_Chan, or, at least, that is one of the many names the people closest to me call me by. I created this website back in high school for a creative writing class, and have found it to be a good place to store away my thoughts. I enjoy writing poetry and short stories, and am currently working on a novel.

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