Journey
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Anika Lustig, Grade 7
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Poetry
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2018
Raindrops shiver down, fogged glass,
Frosted grass and crisp air,
Molded fences and thick morass,
Darkness awakened by the sun’s glare,
Is this how it is going to be?
Have only seen the moon’s shine,
Been this way since we had to flee,
Sounds of bombing still send shivers down my spine,
All my emotions are falling apart,
Bumpy dirt roads that never end,
Everyone in the village squashed into this cart,
Where is my family, where is my friend?
When the wheels stop turning,
I know we were safe, my eyes start burning.