Dear Poet

by Taylor Murray

I'd think of lying awake in my bed, glowing. I'd think of drinking you in like the dawn until it turned to morning. I'd think of how you poured the words back into my heart. I'd think of the smell of sunshine and burning leaves in the fall. I'd think of how you struck a chord in my soul so deep that it twanged to the edge of the universe. I'd think of how you gave me chills.

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Taylor Murray, author of Dillon, is a High School Senior in Southern California.