day thirteen
College
My hands smell like laughter,
the sound of good friends
echoes in my ears, and I
remember conversation in the dark.
Sitting at the top of the hill
viewing the whole world: the earth -
the trees - the water - the sky.
Tasting the sweet fire of a crisp fall night,
a moment of bliss which cushions
the fall back to reality and homework.
My hands smell like laughter,
the sound of good friends
echoes in my ears, and I
remember conversation in the dark.
Sitting at the top of the hill
viewing the whole world: the earth -
the trees - the water - the sky.
Tasting the sweet fire of a crisp fall night,
a moment of bliss which cushions
the fall back to reality and homework.
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