The small
Little girl
With bouncing blonde curls
That frame her face perfectly
As she runs
Through the field of flowers
The sun watches as she dances
Rosy red cheeks
Atop glowing tan skin
Her hair blowing behind her
Effortlessly
Big, curious blue eyes
Scans the world around her.
She stops skipping
And stands
Her bare feet
Tickling the soft, wet grass.
Mouth twisting
Into a frown
Despite the flowers.
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Hideous
PoetryA collection of short poems. Mostly free verse. About sadness, hardships, depression, and other hard topics.
