A girl Alice, wrongly named Malice.
Scribble all day with ink in a chalice.
Her way of conducting too formal,
keeping away many friends informal.
I read her poems. They are good,
as I urge her to refine her mood.
She never uses emojis and pictures
as they are an uncomfortable mixture.
To my surprise, she climbs a new height.
Her focus is sharp, a refined knight.
I see the talent in sight, awaiting a flight
will she use it to write something bright?
She has something that most of us lack
The idea, focus, devotion, and care packs.
I hope she jumps out of the mental badlands
into the place called Natural Wonderlands.
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An Escape
PoetryAn Escape! Not the First! I know won't be the last. But this one was fruitful. Cover Image by Toa Heftiba https://unsplash.com/@heftiba
