When that clock struck nine
She knew all was fine
With no one to disturb
She could sit back and rhyme
On a full moon night
Under the starlit sky
She was starting to form a rhythm
When she heard the dog cry
On the bank of that river
It slept the poor soul
The light was just enough
To show the scars that it bore
A slash from a whip
A cut from a stick
But those eyes really showed
That pain was even deep
Abandoned and cheated
It was left to its fate
She could sense from a distance
It stared at death's gate
How could she rhyme
When the poor soul suffered
How could she rhyme
When the poor soul withered
She ran to the river
Scooped it to her heart
In that tiny little moment
Their friendship got a start
In this aspiring lady poet
It found a new home
Under those moon and stars
It barked a new tone
They rhymed their new tunes
They sung their new tunes
They danced their new tunes
And they lived their new tunes
They enjoyed their new tunes...
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A Tale Of Three Hearts
PoetryA poetic tale of three hearts entwined together in a journey over the years.
