One upon a sunrise
She was born bearing wings
Seeking truth to analyze
No thought the mind could bring
Cranium, empty as a washed over seashell
Grit in its pits
The sound of clock tower bells
Restored faded wits
The sickly-sweet smell of morning dew
Resurfaced memories of a Child
Bound to limits hitherto
Illusions made her beguiled
Now comes a sense of imminence
Of the awakening void
Gone is trusting innocence
Becomes she, joyfully cloyed
At newfound liberty
Gliding over the horizon
Of serene surreal Serendipity
Upon the doors of Enlightenment
by Tia Hendi
Tina Hendi is an incoming freshman at the University of California, Irvine. She is majoring in Biological Sciences. Tina loves watching mystery movies, drawing, and painting in her spare time. She plans to pursue medical school and make positive contributions to the healthcare industry.
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