I can hear the angel’s voice
I see her face
she whispers to me in my dreams
as we sail together
over the seas
When she leaves me
the curse grows
there is no worse sound
than silence
on cold nights
When I feel alone
the wind blows right
and she lets me know
she’s watching me travel
all over the ocean blue
*Author Note: Found lines are by Monica Birkenes and Tim Anderson
Author Bio:
Emily Witt is a junior at Miami Arts Charter School. She has received a silver key award from Scholastics poetry and has been published in an anthology titled, ImMACulate Conceptions. Emily has two brothers and three sisters.
I see her face
she whispers to me in my dreams
as we sail together
over the seas
When she leaves me
the curse grows
there is no worse sound
than silence
on cold nights
When I feel alone
the wind blows right
and she lets me know
she’s watching me travel
all over the ocean blue
*Author Note: Found lines are by Monica Birkenes and Tim Anderson
Author Bio:
Emily Witt is a junior at Miami Arts Charter School. She has received a silver key award from Scholastics poetry and has been published in an anthology titled, ImMACulate Conceptions. Emily has two brothers and three sisters.
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