{"id":91609,"date":"2021-06-26T13:46:23","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T17:46:23","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=91609"},"modified":"2021-06-26T13:46:23","modified_gmt":"2021-06-26T17:46:23","slug":"91609","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/91609\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p>We finally met<br \/>\nAnd the sky turned pink<br \/>\nButterflies all around<br \/>\nAnd in my stomach too!<\/p>\n<p>The downpour from the sky above<br \/>\nAnd rolling out of my eyes too<br \/>\nIt\u2019s okay to cry!<br \/>\nFor the sky is doing that too!<\/p>\n<p>We sat there for a long time,<br \/>\ntill the crowd around us thinned,<br \/>\ntill the sun shifted<br \/>\nand the light changed.<br \/>\nTill we felt our eyes could meet again,<br \/>\nwithout the tears.<\/p>\n<p>last line credits : Sarah&#8217;s Key, Tatiana de Rosnay<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We finally met And the sky turned pink Butterflies all around And in my stomach too! The downpour from the sky above And rolling out of my eyes too It\u2019s okay to cry! For the sky is doing that too! We sat there for a&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1151,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1136],"tags":[4101,2236,2901],"class_list":["post-91609","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts","tag-2021poetrymarathon","tag-hour5","tag-prompt5"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/91609","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1151"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=91609"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/91609\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":91639,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/91609\/revisions\/91639"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=91609"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=91609"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=91609"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}