What a kind-hearted soul he has been,
The guy who plays the violin.
His accent is cute,
His laughter does suit
His tired blue eye
that is not ashamed to cry.
His curls fly through the air,
His smile no one might compair.
There is no word you could try.
Simply makes butterflies fly.
He would be a great win,
The guy who plays the violin.
- Ann
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Slow Dancing (Poetry)
RandomSlow dancing makes me see, What I want to express through poetry. - Ann ------------------ This is my poetry collection in which I show you some of my poems. Some are also included in my novels, others aren't. Feel free to explore this creative spa...
