Instead of a hand, it was the wind that ruffled the child's hair.
Her fringe swept across her forehead and the rest of her hair was thrown all about.
She stood upon a grassy hill, where she could see the rest of the city's horizon and the sun was high above her head.
The youngling decided to awake before her entire family,
once the radiant rays kissed her eyelids "good morning" through her window.
With a view this wonderful, she had no regret leaving the rundown house before everyone else did.
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A Plethora Of Poems
AcakDespite the name, the content in this book isn't purely just poems; more so, it is filled with poetic thoughts that are synthesized through divinity, albeit the creator is far from reaching said quality. With that being said, you'll enjoy these shor...
