sunsets
born at noon
is a girl named willow
looking at the window
hugging a pillow
yellow sunsets
and colorful rainbow
excessive joy she has
no pain, no sorrow
bird in a nest
mouse in a burrow
such an intelligent kid
wide mind, not shallow
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thoughts [poetry book vol. 1]
Poetry''poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.'' - robert frost
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