Grief
by Aryan Shah A barren wasteland greets the eyes Of the only remaining observers A feathered flock that soars above, Seeing the pain but knowing none. A single petal catches the eye, A glimmer of hope in the destruction It falls on the dew and stretches up, Growing into a verdant tower of life once more The world restores itself, An explosion of color and vibrance at its center And a fight to exist and remain In the core of its resilient soul A flock soars above once more Colors swim in a cerulean sea below And on its home known as the island and the land and the grounds and the sand, Life swarms once more. Aryan is a freshman in Ms. Taqi's Honors English class.
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Epiphany Literary Magazine is a safe space for students at Franklin High School to share their creativity. Archives '16-'20
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