Blue little girl
Always dreaming of
A shining golden songbird,
Playing by the sable fountains
That flow into nevermore,
Dreaming when sabbath clock
Bears her fruits;
Soft little girl
Dreaming at a TV;
She towards an echo,
Traverses around the
Pond of ever growing
Hermit crabs,
Picks up a shell
As the fountain
Scatters to diamonds
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Dawn's Scattered Fragments - A Compilation Of Poetry And Early Works
PoetryThis is a compilation of all of the poems I've created.
