She waltzed across the oak wood floor.
Her skirts trailed behind her feet.
She traced the ground as she spun,
Humming a soft, humble beat.
She twirled, her hair flowing against her back.
She gave the young boy a chance.
She heeded his request, of course,
And in a swirl of flames, she danced.
Author's Note:
My apologies for the spam of poems, but I am currently reading through my book of poems, and have found another I would like to include in this collection.
I actually wrote this poem when I was trying to write a short story, but it was not turning out how I was hoping. So I converted the storyline into a short poem instead.
If you would like to see me actually write this short story, let me know! Perhaps now I can write it.
-I. Quill
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PoetrySimple poems, each with a story just behind them. ••• This book will be updated whenever I write a new poem worth posting. I draw inspiration either from my own complicated emotions, or sometimes even stories I've created in my mind. I suppose only...
