by Janet JRodriguez
Grapes dry into raisins
caterpillars transform into butterflies
the desert feeds off the sun
every pen needs ink
not every mind is alike
remember the times you were thirsty and wanted more
remember the times you had your time to shine but never gloat
stars surround the moon
at night
waves are alive
hairs are static
you’re bright without a light
walk onto a bridge
jump off
and take your own flight
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