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Ava Simon Poem
My heart is dark,
With little spark,
I reached up to the light,
But it was too bright.
My heart was light,
Within was night,
Spreading within my heart,
Was my art.
My heart is dark,
My heart was a spark,
My heart became art,
My heart is art.
My heart is dark,
With little spark,
I reached up to the light,
But it was too bright.
My heart was light,
Within was night,
Spreading within my heart,
Was my art.
My heart is dark,
My heart was a spark,
My heart became art,
My heart is art.
My heart is dark,
With little spark,
I reached up to the light,
But it was too bright.
My heart was light,
Within was night,
Spreading within my heart,
Was my art.
My heart is dark,
My heart was a spark,
My heart became art,
My heart is art.
Copyright © Ava Simon | Year Posted 2024
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Ava Simon Poem
I have been pushed and pulled,
Across an empty expanse,
Growing smaller and smaller with time.
Used until nothing was left for me to do.
I watched as they used others,
breathing life within their blood.
That once blank place.
That once ivory place.
That once is no more.
Now I see,
How I was used,
What they created with me,
to start,
to sketch,
to create.
Copyright © Ava Simon | Year Posted 2024
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