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Apr 8
Maybe I’m resting for the first time in my life.
Maybe that’s why I’m so tired.
I’ve hopped and run, hopped and run
To chase the sun
But the sun is the same wherever I go.
I pray this lily pad’s roots are long and strong
Anchored tight to the earth below the mud
Maybe this pond is where my voice finds a song
Written by
Carmen Leon
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