http://slow.writerscafe.org/Becca155 The original writings of author Becca en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776002400 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 When I was eight My favourite animalWas a birdI use to want to pick up my feet and Fly far awayBecause home was not homeAnd school was not schoolI use to lay on my bed with my armsOutstretched holding stars in my palmsBegging the moon to pull me up I wished to travel through gala.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Becca155/1534355/ Forever is a dayThat only holds 24 hoursAnd closes it's hand around the tickingLeaving hearts spread apart And damp cheeks Cold in the nightFearless swords kept hiddenAnd snakes wrapped around wordsFeet rooted and tired Bodies restless Left behind http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Becca155/1503668/