a poem by Megan B.
The gentle arms of the sun Descend from above To embrace me. The warmth advances to my heart, And is pumped through my entire being. In my veins, My lungs, I can feel it all around. I let it gather in my throat And spread it through words, Transferring the delicate radiance To those around me, Infecting them with the sun’s Joyous disease. Sunlight pours through my fingertips, Lighting the trail I have left. I raise my arms and thrust them forward, Scattering the bright hues ahead, Knowing that the sun Will guide my path. Megan is very creative and enjoys producing multiple forms of art. She writes, draws, and plays piano. She enjoys contributing to Epiphany and helping out with it as much as she can.
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Epiphany Literary Magazine is a safe space for students at Franklin High School to share their creativity. Archives '16-'20
June 2020
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