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      June 4, 2016The PathShenu Kathymoon

      I saw a man
      striding along gold,
      he was dusted
      with curiosity,
      a purple glow emitting
      from his cheekbones.
      And when I stirred,
      he was silent.
      I wondered what
      made him so,
      for I was only
      perched on a branch,
      flicking debris off my wings.
      And at dawn,
      he slept,
      slipping away like owls.

      from 2016 RYPA

      Shenu Kathymoon (age 14)

      Why do you like to write poetry?

      “I like poetry because it’s the one form where I can choose the right words to describe how I feel without bluff. It’s a tool I can use for my honest, artistic expression.”

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