On the way to Mexico

I dreamed that I was in a maze

wandering in the mountains

falling into dark leaves

and fields of flowers

A sadness came into me

It felt like fog

But on the tips of my fingers

I felt a pink butterfly

I glided toward the stars

Where I found a window

To happiness.

By Maritza, 12th grade

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