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Sarah Mae

Email: sarahrossman28@gmail.com
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Biography

An avid poet pursuing self expression and all of it's wonder! As well as a lover of free verse, painting, music, Jesus, spoken word, and adventure.

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Endless Rambling I He was a green leaf in autumn, melted gold, untended wounds, the wax dripping off a candle, cold. The ash remaining in the fireplace. She was a patch of grass in winter, the splash of blue in a cloudy sky, the eyelash that falls onto your cheek, just below your eye. The crashing of waves synced up to the very beating of their two hearts, together they were the lonesome songbirds. Singing when the world was in silence, smiling when the earth spun out of orbit, and into oblivion, obstructing violence. They were the stars that burned out, without any resistance, no one noticed, they burned right into the distance. But they were the soil not yet eroded, not yet molded into the statue which we’re all molded, until the statue exploded. They swung at that statue, with their hammers made of melted gold. And then that statue compromised, broke, crumbled, and out of it flew seven billion different beings.

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Mon 11th Dec 2017 20:14

Welcome to WOL. You certainly sound like a well-rounded young lady who will have many avenues to explore through your writing. A sense of 'wonder' is surely the most essential gift a poet can have. And then - application.

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