Happy is she,
Wild and free,
Much ado about nothing.
Singing nonsense and jargon,
A suitable bargain,
For her boredom, seemingly.
Suddenly shocked by a touch,
She shrieked very much,
But ‘twas only the ghosts of verdicts past.
She stopped laughing at this,
Her false bliss,
Had left her in an instant.
The door, open and mysterious,
Caused her to become curious,
And think about life for awhile.
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A Handful of Words: An Anthology of Original Poetry
PoetryThis will be an on-going collection of every piece of poetry I write. Thanks!
