Rusty walks along
a path far from home, leaving,
finally at peace.
Rusty was my dog,
she had left this world too soon,
my guardian gone.
Protector of mine
how I miss familiar,
light long gone from home.
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Sentimental Nostalgia
PoetryJust poetry I've written, I'll post a poem a day. Each poem will have a song I was listening to that inspired me to write them. Some poems were written in different styles of poetry that I had done for my English class this year.
