A Pure Child

This is one of the best poems I have, I wrote it when I was 12 years old. Our teacher had asked us to write a poem. The next day, each one read theirs and I was the last one. My throat was hurting me so I gave the teacher to read mine. We couldn't clap our hands after each person read theirs because it was too loud. But because the class liked my poem and thought it was the best, they all clapped their hands so loud only for my poem, they really thought it was great, some of them didn't even believe that I wrote it.

 Here it is:

                                                    A Pure Child

I was resting at my bed, then I imagined a child...He was as pure as the blue sky, waving from miles and miles to the high mountains from the other side...He had a pure heart, like life without a chart, so plain and innocent, with no use of benefit... He shined like the only flower in the field and the only person who healed from trouble and misery...His soul was full of laughter and joy, just like a kid in a noisy hall or a child who plays with his toy...When he smiled the whole room would shine and in the darkness he'd glow like silver and gold and he was just like snow, he'd directly flow into people's hearts and soul and in his heart and mind, he'll always stay a pure child.....

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18-21, F
May 24, 2007