10/16
Walking into school
Seeing faces with no names
I'm glad to be me

10/17
Her mind holds treasures
Equal to those of her form
They glitter like gold

10/18
She writes poetry
Words are windows to the soul
I want to look through

10/19
She shows me her verse
Such beauty that flows from her!
Beauty surrounds her

10/20
She has inspired me
With such beauty could I write
With her as my Muse

10/21
We go bike-riding
Not a soul is on the trail
A fire is in mine

10/22
Stuck in the middle
Between the past and future
Present is prison