How could you leave it behind in the dust and you say it to be your fate
How could you leave it to wilt there like a flower without the sun
You promised to come back to it you have not
It is lonely now without an owner like a stray dog
Isn’t it creeping back into your mind? Shouldn’t it?
Where young artists paint the world with words
The international literary project for students 8 - 18. Stories, poems, and art by young writers and artists since 1973.