Treasure Island

Isabelle Cooper


A Brightness So Real


Bright flowers
Some our hands must pick
these flowers so rare and bright

That grow on the chasms brink
Our stumbling feet must
find a way- not tomorrow
but today

No matter what you think
No matter what you say
while living day to day

For some tis true will never stray
But for some you know
it's oh so goooood to stray

Submitted: Monday, March 10, 2008
Edited: Monday, May 26, 2008

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