Fair light glistens the quaky pond that flows
tumbling the stones like a game of tag.
"You're it!"
She calls to the frog leaping in,
diving into a midnight dream.
A limitless ending and beginning,
a foreshadowing daze,
Your carousel awaits!
She watches crashing droplets dance upon the water,
looping up into speckles of silver dust.
The droplets turn into a waterfall.
She covers her head not wanting to leave a dark dusts finale.
Rushing home, she pauses.
Glancing past her shoulder a crescent smile appears,
giving it one last look before running off to her mother's calls.
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Roses and Thorns
PoetryAn assortment of poems about love, heartache, and finding your way back. (Still a work in progress) -Would adore any feedback
