A single cobbled street
a single woman and her wonder fleet
Women gathered from everywhere
no matter what their formal wear
Her hair flowing platinum in the wind
nothing but a single end
The wind flowing from the west
put their weary legs to rest
Fighting sleep throughout the night
noticing drear to be a blight
A single mission was their own way
to find their path to the day
A single man stood between them and this
they could overcome through kindness
He stood down to let them leave
but two remained and tried to weave
A single scarf for the man
one wove by hand and the other by needle
To produce two forms of scarves to weedle
a way into the mans heart
Both had succeeded and he fell
straight from where he had promised not to
When they left the street fell into oppression
and the man fell deeper into depression
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Words to match a Rose
PoetryJust some poems I wrote, felt like it I guess. Fight me about it. #57 highest in poetry. :D Wooo! Hit them double digits! Picture by my friend Cynthia Bisby from work :D