The lights were waving as we left.
Leaving the past behind and dancing into the future.
The night's cold air lingers on my skin,
chills me as we ascend.
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I am impressed, indeed, young lady! This poem glides like a coin tossed 'cross a freshly glaced icepond. The Theme is both inventive & quite intruiging...You make me wish i had started penning, when i was your age...You have natural talent & a a vast spectrum of literary potential...Very Nice Work here, Brittney! FjR
I must say I'm always skeptical of reading young poets-no offense to you of course-but I was pleasantly surprised to read your poem. I appreciate the fact that you observe reality and manipulate it in your words. Your idea is fairly profound realization for your age. Keep up the work.