A Poem by Jennifer York
Running, laughing, falling. Feeling the softness cushion my legs. The sharpness of grass slice between my naked toes. I lay back dizzy, feeling the warmth seep through my body. The… Continue reading "A Poem by Jennifer York"
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Running, laughing, falling. Feeling the softness cushion my legs. The sharpness of grass slice between my naked toes. I lay back dizzy, feeling the warmth seep through my body. The… Continue reading "A Poem by Jennifer York"