Maya is 7 years old. (No, she's 100!) She loves cats and dogs and writing. She hopes you enjoy her poem!
The quiet river whispers to me
“‘Wait and the future will come to / you, goodbye goodbye’ and the whisper / Grows fainter, fainter, and fainter still until / The whisper disappears. / Oh what a day. / Oh what a day.”
The quiet river whispers to me
“Wait and the future will come to
you, goodbye goodbye” and the whisper
Grows fainter, fainter, and fainter still until
The whisper disappears.
Oh what a day.
Oh what a day.
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