She's a maverick; might be set aside.
The last to leave the canteen,
the one that fell from the seesaw.
Once, almost missed the bus.
Either 'cause she's petite
or she's simply overlooked.
She wept, oh dear!
Did they terrify her?
Until the bluebird sang alongside.
She named it Gerbera
for alleviating the agony
that came far too soon for her.
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Poems of The Sojourn in a Haven of Lone
PoetryPoems of The Sojourn in a Haven of Lone is the second book of narrative poems, that comes after Poems of A Scrunched Paper.
