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Badiner lives in Big Sur, CA. She is a graduate of Robert Lewis
Stevenson Middle
School in Carmel, CA, and is currently enrolled in the High School
of the Big Sur Charter
School.
The Art of San Francisco
A scene of possibility
A mixture of every desire
Country and urban sea and beach
Fresh and crisp with rain
Bright and alive with sun
Mysterious and intriguing with clouds
An urban rainforest of action and excitement
A cozy and quiet peaceful view of the bay
Luxury in every shape and form
Small and large
Disguised and undisguised
A world of change and beauty
Passages of the imagination’s reality
And this is San Francisco
Sunset Poem
The icy smooth water ripples
into time,
into space,
into non-existence
Gliding gracefully
and then brushing abruptly at the shore
Strawberry melon painting cloud streaks the sky
leaving a path of faded bushy clouds behind
The baby blue glazed horizon left alone in a cool brisk evening
The deepness and darkness of the painted waves
Every moment beauty is born
in static but ever changing form
A shot of moonstone light shines upon the hills
Beauty is alive
Black Rain
Defined as abnormal
too much for anyone to truthfully love
torn and ripped apart
and taught to hate
drowning in the water
floating lifelessly down the stream
trying to leave a message
a message to shock and enforce change
but change is only entirely possible for nature
undefined unrestrained uncontrollable
we are glass statues
only the strongest of us,
the most beautiful don't break
love is too great to completely understand.
The Lies of Faith
Serenity folds into a glass
flower
Deception tears a deep hole
The girl's transparent eyes looked up from her glass menagerie
She shone with a glowing warm beauty
The feeling of warm brownies by the fire on a rainy day
She wore a blue sash bonnet and a summer white dress
Eyes of destiny were reminded of her days running through the
grass fields in summer
The dress opened slightly to reveal her ripe bosom soft as silk,
but obtained the creamy color of porcelain
She strayed to the river knocked over by the water's raging
current
For fear to die
For death to live
And if she did die her greatest fear would never be a reality.
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