A beauty walks by,
Gorgeous long locks flow
hair gold like the sun,
a bright smile beams.
She sends me a wink
with great long lashes.
I turn crimson red.
She continues on.
My eyes will not see this beauty again.
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Scribbles
RandomShort, random scribbles that I did to just pass the time. There are some fun, pleasant poems, splendid short stories, and others are just enchanting scenery description. I hope that you enjoy them.
