Once upon a time,
Cold and wet
A shivering dog begged,
For a warm place was all he asked for,
But no one had a heart for the suffering thing.
Bent his head helplessly,
But immediately sprinted in joy,
Following the sound he had just heard,
The sound of H O P E...
Once upon a time,
A grateful and happy dog stood,
Protecting the strangers and their home.
As the once suffering who swear never
to forget the holy deed,
These strangers did.
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Eunoia • Book One
Poetrycurrently - completed. ❝ 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔 ❞ Book One of Eunoia (Beautiful Thinking). A book with words dipped in emotions of a young soul. A book of different genres of poems and so on, but it's also just an...
