flowers bloom across the plains,
a little girl dancing around,
her chocolate eyes curiously looking around,
her name not thy knows,
but her own mind that dances about in the plains.
sending flowers to all around her secretly,
her mind looking about in shyness,
she follows her will,
but she follows time in her hands.
Angel Johnson
made for a friend
3/29/2017
YOU ARE READING
Poems I Write
Short Storythis book is about the poems i write either in school or at home, no the place will not be stated but my name and date will be written
