I stand here staring into the mist
Wishing for flowers in my fist
And I'm not quite knowing
Where my life is going.
I wish that I could truly find
Something secret to confide
I wish that he could truly see
What he truly means to me.
I wish that I could really fly
And reach so high above the sky
And I'm not quite knowing
Where my life is going-
But that is the best feeling in the world.
-By Fiorella Nicoloso
Age 14.5
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