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Poem: The Soft Sun

Half way through my book

Golden light shines through shutters.

Leaves sit still in jars.


In a quiet room

The sun invites itself in

Settling quickly.


For a few moments

It opens itself to me.

Ka chick. How pleasant.

Annie Hu

Hello I'm in 10th grade, I like to create art including, but not limited to, digital art, traditional, and photography.

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