A Poem by Sarah

Written for 9th grade English class


Before the coming storm,

After the falling rain,

While the world is silent,

As I sit and stare,

Beyond my crumbling grave.


Even though I think that all my hope is lost,

When I see the faces all around,

Since they are smiling I turn up my frown,

Because I begin to see the hope that’s found in me,

I soon remember I am not just born to die, but born to be.

© 2010 Sarah

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I love it, about death and yet creation of ones self ^_^ very nicely put together

Posted 8 Years Ago

I like this , play with the devil . you won :)

Posted 9 Years Ago

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"I am not just born to die, but born to be."

i really like that

Posted 9 Years Ago

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That was very cool. I don't get how you do it. That was awesome!

Posted 9 Years Ago

this is so nice , sweet and amazing
i loved that :)

Posted 10 Years Ago

this is beautiful. I really enjoyed reading this:)

Posted 10 Years Ago

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Added on December 8, 2010
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