By Vaishnavi Kolluru
The secret to joy Lies in a river that flows forward, making you believe its truth, until you reach the end The secret to joy Controls the waves of the ocean You indulge in a small cold wave getting your feet wet The rush is nice so you further cloud the air with your exhale. The water is warm and fuzzy until the ocean pulls you in, until you reach the end The secret to joy Flies with the wind pushing you in predetermined Paths; The weather-man told you about the wind patterns …didn’t he?
Vaishnavi Kolluru is a sixteen-year-old writer from California. Her work has been published or is forthcoming in Cathartic Lit, Otoliths Lit, Down in the Dirt Lit, Trash to Treasure Lit, and Little Old Lady Comedy. She experiments with her STEM writing side in her science blog, SixFootScience.com.

Well done! 🙂
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Lovely work!
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