Venturing out I espied a young girl
Serenely cross legged beneath a tree,
Her hands in her lap, as if to unfurl;
Seeming lost in her prayer; life's mystery.
A picture so perfect on early sight
But alas coming close my spirit sank
My early assumption had not been right
She wasn't in prayer on the grassy bank
For there in her hand was a mobile phone.
Wandering past from my dream rudely woken
I realised that moment was mine alone
My pleasant illusion sadly broken.
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My Poets Pub Bits
PoetryI was fortunate enough to discover Poet's Pub very early in my Wattpad experience and have found it a hugely supportive community. This is a collection of poems I submitted for various Poets Pub competitions and collections. They are published in bo...
