The smell of nature
Craving the tensions of the rose water
Licked the motions desires
Clear blue sky
And the pine
On the hillside
The symbolism is hidden
But the emotions are endless
Colors arise and secrets die down
The hope grows like a tree
And the colors are purple
Savaging the day awakened
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About the Author
Raquel Lesser graduated from Manhattanville College with a degree in digital media. She has five published books since she was 16 years old. She has a passion for writing and has been writing since she was little. She went to Putney Camp, Bryn Mawr writing camp, and Sarah Lawrence writing camp. She attended Yale Writers' Workshop and she is going to be a resident at The Writers’ Colony at Dairy Hollow.