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Lagniappe Submissions My name is Adi Heller and I am a tenth grader at Amherst Regional High School in Amherst, MA. For an independent honors English project this year, I have been studying Ghazals, from their birth in Persia and India, to today. |
She looks in his direction--his eyes will turn blue But she looks away--the sky is nice but not blue. When I stare at the face of god, it appears white. Let's turn to the pastel of Jah--ice becomes blue. The horses gallop beautifully to please their god. Poseidon's home is his paradise--always blue. Little girl--fifteen years of age--hates the mirror. Looks at herself --Experiences crisis called blue. My Aphrodite, she never stands in a shell. "Don't you try to change me!" She is feisty and blue. Moses stepped up to the Red Sea with staff in hand, Gazed across the ocean, rolled the dice and crossed blue. He's a boy at most, but he's convinced he needs love. What kind of love? He covets a vice that's not blue. The movies scare everyone except for Israel. He understands--they tantalize you with blue. Adi Heller  Home
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There is a chord in every heart that has a sigh in it if touched aright.-Ouida
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