Maria parrini

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             Dream Place

There is a place, a small place, in my dreams

A sparkling  waterfall that glistens as it leans

Over the shining silver rocks.

Little ripples splash the ivy leaves

That a ladybug sits on as she eats

 Resting on the shining silver rocks.

There is a rose, a single rose,

That twists and twines and twirls as it grows

Over the shining silver rocks.

 

Angel

                 “Hurry up, Angie! We’ll be late! C’mon! Hurry!”  yelled my 16–year-old sister, Nina.

                  I sighed. "I'll be there in a sec.  Can you shut up and go start the car?”