Gold Memories
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Sophia Xu, Grade 10
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Poetry
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2008
Leaves float down all around me,
guided this way and that by the wind,
Painted gold by nature's hand,
each one different and unique
They float slowly to the ground,
as light as feathers.
Some get caught on their journey down.
Caught by the obstacles of life.
But in the end,
they all make it through,
forming a blanket of memories.
A blanket of precious gold memories.