Khadijah Grade 11, Featured Image: Flowers 0928 Emilie Grade 12
I’m walking barefoot through the memories,
With the fallen leaves,
I’m letting go of the people I haven’t been able to forget.
To the red-stained sky,
I’m raising up the people I haven’t been able to be with.
Time passes like water flows,
I’m building a dam called memories;
There are memories that I can’t hold onto,
The reason why I look beyond the horizon again today.
I’m walking barefoot through the memories,
The coloured leaves that embrace me,
I’m giving my all as I softly lean on them.
With the fully ripe scent of autumn,
I hold onto my hungry heart and fall fast asleep.
The flowers and trees of my heart are withering,
The memories are buried too deep, secured;
They are beautifully asleep in that place.
It’s sad, upsetting, hurtful.
I’m walking barefoot through the memories,
In the yellow magnolia tree,
I call out to the old memories that are hiding.
With the blowing wind,
I hold on tight to the feeling in my heart.
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