Glee
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Neha Ajmal, Grade 6
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Poetry
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2010
I was sitting in the garden
feeling attached to that tree
which was nearby me all was feathery, bloomy , misty and windy
around everything I could see
I wasn't restless or neither excited
it wasn't the type of day I could glee
It was from the loneliness and stress I gained
It desperatly and seriously
pained
It felt like a giant secret deepily swollen inside your heart
as if someone had aimed through darts
So it wasn't the type of day i could glee