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Feb 11
Trees of many colors
from burnt orange to gold.
So many words to be written,
so many stories to be told.

She drove past all these,
mind already writing poems.
Gazing at the hues
with the winds just a blowing.

She lives in a world of words
rather than in reality.
The world may be a bad place,
but she sees the beauty.
Crystal Freda
Written by
Crystal Freda  21/F/Louisiana
       Timothy, Khoi-San and juneau
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