She sat there muted
Enjoying the sun
When clouds gathered slowly
And dimmed all the fun
Droplets of rain
Started washing her face
She smiled to the pain
And thanked with her grace
Startled in peace
She lost all control
Girl ran to the woods
Happy soul is no more
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Confessions of a Melancholic Dreamer #Wattys2015
PoetryA collection of poetry and prose, gathered through years of creative black-outs and self-preservation. 'Feel the rhythm of a thumping heart through the lines of a daydreamer.' Copyright ©GRETA GREE 2015 Currently ranking 214 in Poetry category (6/29...
