Piece Of Me.

I am from fire,
From heated debates
And icy glares.
From wild woods
And billowing branches,
From scaling limbs,
And secret hideaways
For the eyes of only you and me.
I am from indecision,
From delusions of grandeur
In a happily naive child.
I am from hope
For a brighter tomorrow-
That there must be something more.
I am from raindrops,
Hanging high in the air;
Suspended indefinitely.

The End

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