If you could glimpse
Us within our hideaway
You'll observe us
Lying in patches of sunlight
With our figures fashioned.
In the shape of pinwheels
As we point at clouds
Contoured as creatures
And human faces
Without a care to the world.
YOU ARE READING
LOST GIRLS
PoetryThose considering themselves lost girls of society. Godesses of creation among men. Or nymphs of nature. These poems were written for you.
