This poem was written on August 7, 2020, for my Creative Writing class. If by chance you recognize this poem from school, please do not disclose my real name. I will report you for giving out personal information about me without my consent.
Some days he saw her in the sleepy meadow,
Some of her sweeping hair swaying free,
The simple hue of ink on solid white paper,
The hue of her lovely skin.
As birds twittered while sitting on her sandals,
As she smiled and the sun seemed brighter,
He wondered where the girl had gone now,
Why he hadn't chosen to stay.
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The Butterfly Book
PoetryA compilation of all my poems, put into one book for easier access.
