I am from my mother, who has a smile ,as bright and radiant as the sun.
I am the running track, durable and ready for the world ahead.
I am the nature, blowing in the breeze having a good time.
I am from a apple, crisp, sweet, and wanted to be bitten into.
I am a photograph, still but tells a story of my own.
I am all these things, and all these things are me.
I liked your poem because it was real it seemed like you spoke from the heart and you weren't just writing just to write you put yourself and ur all into it... good job!!
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