Poets gather here
Under autumn canopy,
Sharing words of soul.
Leaves whisper secrets,
Golden hues embrace the dusk,
Time slows in their grace.
In the fading light,
Echoes of laughter linger,
Memories take flight.
Voices like one breath,
Poets who fall together,
They die together.
| Hiii! My name is Kinley, and I am a senior this year. This is my fourth year in journalism. I am excited to say I am the Editor and Chief of journalism again this year. I enjoy skateboarding and most likely outside of school I am playing with my cat, Kristof. He is such a cuddle bug. I also enjoy watching shows/movies with my mom; our favorite genre would have to be horror or mystery. My goal for this year is to become a more advanced writer. I’m very excited for the Lit Mag this school year! Have a horrible day. |
