Bethany Kelly

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GOLDEN QUILL: Candied Questions by Bethany Kelly

Slow steps On cold asphalt As harsh reality Sinks in Empty streets Seem to amplify Every whispered Regret As shaking hands Wipe a tear From what once were Rosy cheeks Because while Stale cigarettes Mixed with Snowy air, The hopeful...

GOLDEN QUILL: Shapeshifter by Bethany Kelly

The lions see a lion The giraffes see a giraffe The fish envy her swimming The hyenas love her laugh When she flies with the herons They don’t suspect...