Morning skies
A bud in prime
A parade of flowers
April showers

Just as the pendulum drops
The world, for a moment, stops
In the chasm that is created
Lie opportunities, made or wasted

Frozen in time

Written as a birthday poem by my fifteen year old daughter in a hand bound book which she made herself. A priceless gift which I will always treasure. (Also see my priceless blog in the random category)

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