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Poem2024-08-08

A bond to mend

The winds grow stronger The sky turns gray You think you’ll never find your way home As the trees sway! Your heart becomes blue Your ears start to hurt Your brain starts to fill with rudeness and curt. Her bond becomes smaller Her kindness starts to fade She stabbed you in the back That’s what sent you this way! You are trying to escape her rudeness and curt She realizes what she did really hurt She finds some footprints and recognizes them And starts her journey towards you She has a bond to mend.

— Aarya Wagh