ARTS & EXPRESSIONS
By Kathleen D., Fredericton High, Fredericton, NB
Geese stray from the ocean blue,
And flee in a triangle.
But once a goose begins to drift,
The perfect angles they will tangle.
A velvet petal on a rosebud,
Blossoms into a perfect newborn.
But it will dance from its home,
In fear of the piercing thorns.
A star falls from,
Its home above,
In hope of,
A new found love.
So if the goose were to lie
If the rose petal committed suicide
The star become diamond in the rye
The goose would live a lonely journey
The star would have no pride
And the browning petal, hard as rock
Forever it will hide.
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