A girl sits
A paintbrush in hand
A shell rests in front of her
She is painting
Shouts sound outside
Others are playing
She doesn't quite fit
She isn't part of their puzzle
She paints a streak
Of blue and white
She stands under a blue sky
The storms are painted away
The girl stops
She puts down the brush
She picks up the shell
And she ventures inside
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Just Poems
RandomJust a bunch of random poems/songs I've written. Some are based on Hetalia, which belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya. I know, there's waaaaaay too much Hetaoni.
