Ashley Bucher Poems

Like a seed we were planted,
Many years ago,
Forced to somehow grow,
In an Earth that is enchanted,
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The black birds fly by,
Across the open sky,
But why?
Why do they fly?
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What lies behind closed doors?
A monster lurking in the shadows?
Or a bed laden with pillows,
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Life often seems like a balloons.

Some balloons fly high to the sky,
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