Meander
We set letters on fire,
Paper catching flame like melting volcanoes;
Watch the blue as it bleeds dry,
Holding onto roses that expire.
We speed through highways,
Zooming past the places we lost;
Grasp onto the clouds that float by,
Brushing away rust off of frozen lakes.
We step on the pedals as they slow,
Stars suspended in time where they run away;
From the sunset painting the sky,
And then we let go.
The writer is a class 9 student in SFX Greenherald International School
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