laura zeng

A roof caving in
a bear charging in
the shell of a bomb
the face of my mom.
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Springtime in May
are glorious days
cool and breezy
yet not too freezy
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Raindrops and hail tap a beat on my roof
tapping a rhythm, like a running horse's hoof
dancing some jigs, like those of a goof
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Why are some lives honest and clean,
while others are riddled with injustice and lies?
why are some lives as small as a bean,
while others are destined to soar and fly?
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Dawn is breaking over a shining wave
of water, cresting over a glistening bank.
as indigo blue turned to crimson, it gave
the sun rising over the oak forest's flank.
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Why do humans fight their own kind?
Why do humans destroy their own home?
Why can humans be so unkind?
Why do humans hunt those who roam?
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People think that the heart of the mountain is gold
or silver, or precious metals
but the heart of the mountain is clever and bold
and it loves beautiful things like leaves and petals
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I saw a monkey cry
when his mother died
I saw a fox drive a snake
from his nursing mate
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