I pray for his safety
Every day,
My middle brother is now married to the lady,
Who had muscles running up her arms,
He says,
He will take me up on a magical carriage
And treat me like his princess,
When he will come back,
From the army.
Big brother says,
He will appear in my doorway
With a bouquet of Jasmine,
I hope he is safe.
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The Promise [COMPLETED]
PoetrySo this story was an experiment that I did with free verse poems. I was reading this book in my English class that had an abrupt ending, so I was wondering if I could make an ending to it, here is the product. This isn't perfect, but I tried to make...