"Take my hand" he said
The girl looked at him with confusion, not sure
"I'll show you"
She accepted his hand
He showed her the world
The peaceful forests,
The refreshing creeks,
The colourful sunset,
And then she understood
He had shown her the beauty of the world
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Poetry
PoetryThoughts that flow like water in my mind are written down on a digitale device to let you be carried away. Call it poems, quotes. Call it what you want it to be called. See how people can think the same about something. Feel understood. Read them...
