"Talk to her."
She stopped crying,
She talked to him.
She was laughing,
She was smiling.
I noticed her.
I wanted this.
Not everything is lost.
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 12:08 AM UTC
"Talk to her."
She stopped crying,
She talked to him.
She was laughing,
She was smiling.
I noticed her.
I wanted this.
Not everything is lost.
This is a blackout poetry from a personal anecdote written by Naomi Shihab Nye. I shared this with her and she absolutely loved it ^.^
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