Lying on the ground
There is a little girl
Who lays and ponders
What we have made of the world
As morning dew
kisses her face
She can't find out
Where is her place
So she walks to the water
The sand in her toes
She watches the sky
And in the water she goes
As the blood in the sky darkens
The tide rolls in
The little girl now ponders
What might've been
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deep feelings </3
PoetryPoems Are wings the wings used to fly to find the horizon To open our eyes It is the depths of the the ocean to flee from life's end Only to resurface once again I will be publishing poems here and there. I hope you like them! Some rhyme and some do...
