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Little hands Soft and velveteen Shiny eyelids Tired and drooping Long lashes Looking down at the ground A small mask To fit his round face With a childish print Of his favorite hero Shy and quiet With delicate limbs Putting on his large backpack Almost home Invulnerable To the screams of the others As lightning strikes Beyond the fields of corn Body jostled As the bus bumps along Dull jade eyes Peering through the window Staring at the rain Behind the glass
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Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 5:41 PM UTC
Rain on the Road
Little hands Soft and velveteen Shiny eyelids Tired and drooping Long lashes Looking down at the ground A small mask To fit his round face With a childish print Of his favorite hero Shy and quiet With delicate limbs Putting on his large backpack Almost home Invulnerable To the screams of the others As lightning strikes Beyond the fields of corn Body jostled As the bus bumps along Dull jade eyes Peering through the window Staring at the rain Behind the glass
I wrote this about a young boy on my bus who sits across from me.
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Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 5:41 PM UTC
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