Sarah Pesta Poems

You look around and see everyone
Each different in their own way
Different on the outside
Same on the inside
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The sun begins to fall asleep
Forming glowing pastels of soft fading colors

A beautiful fountain underneath the orange sun
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A crowd of people with voices heard
In every direction you can look

Walking on by they keep talking to someone
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My dream has begun to take effect
Clocks began to rewind and change time

The past has begun to appear within the vortex
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I walked up to a crystal clear river
Where I looked into the water and seen my reflection

Soon I began to see grey clouds in the air
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The feeling of excitement grows in one's mind
Their heart slowly begins to increase their rate

As excitement begins to take over their emotions
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A path of mirrors has begun to stretch out
Resembling mistakes made in life

With each step made on the crystal clear glass
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The sun begins to slowly rise
Into the soft pastel colors of morning

A beautiful sunrise starts a story of winter
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The wind begins to whistle in the night
Trees start to slowly sway back and forth

I see the moon shine brightly in the sky
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Two eyes staring at a blank white page
With a pen held in their writing hand

Thoughts starting to come from their mind and heart
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