By Jhanelle Rahim
Torn between two loves
As she raised her for a sneeze she my blow,
She looks up
As eyes could see as far as mountains
A moment was found in a new direction
Disguised as a painting
The autumn moon night bright
The hour is upon us and soon he has to go.
Tightening her gaze she had once before
Goodbye to you my friend
I’ll see you once more.
Jhanelle Rahim
I’m studying Arboriculture and Landscape Management. I live an hour north from Manhattan, and love it here in the ADKs. There’s so many new experiences on campus. It’s beautiful to find the limits of your discomfort and to find new perimeters of new comfort zones.