Anemoia’ By Noah Pedersen (12) Even the angels sigh when they see her. I saw her walking on ancient sands at night. It is not just her beauty which steals the eye. I watched as she danced beneath the moon’s soft light. She is pure, radiant, and true of heart. Our eyes met and exchanged a soft, gentle kiss. To not know her would make Love himself cry. It never happened, but I know it was bliss. ‘The night’s watchful face’ By Noah Pedersen (12) When I cannot fall asleep at night I look to the sky, And I see the stars so bright. I see the night’s watchful face So pale, so white. Lonely is he who watches Over the night. When he grows lonesome in his post And he looks to the earth, The streets reveal not even a ghost. Can he see the old soul In deep thought engrossed? Lonely is he who finds comfort In the white light. ‘Musician’s Best Friend’ By Noah Pedersen (12) I hold her In my hands And then My long Fingers Dance On her Smooth Strings. Life flows Through them And turns into song. She sings it, her soft Sweet melody. Music soothes Me, and my mind Falls to a deep trance of deep meditation. Music, a flame, A hot blaze. Paige Anderson (11)
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