The Broken Tree
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Ebony Dube, Grade 8
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Poetry
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2017
Glittering,
Glimmering,
You light the Loom,
As I Weave My Dreams.
Glistening,
Shimmering,
You fill the air,
As I dance my dreams.
Waxing,
Waning,
You paint the page,
As I write my dreams.
For I am a believer,
A dreamer by moonlight,
Still awake when dawn breaks your spell.