So, I made this in 2015. It's dedicated to my Grandmother. Sort of like a sonnet. I was in AP Lit and I felt really proud of this, it probably sucks but, I like it So here.
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Money green trees
That's what she sees
A tranquil flower bed
To lay her precious head.
A tree trunk that appears quite quaint
Clouds, that are white and blank, high
High above; bluer than the pacific
Drawn out for her like hieroglyphics.
Sun rays in every direction
The perfect setting
Made to perfection
Eyes closed, accepting her blessing.
The sky exposes itself like a open book
Pages breezing by until one she took.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry: Old And New
PoetryThis is just a collection of poetry made by yours truly. Some of them are Old, like High School old. And some of them are New. Hope you like them. I'll try to update whenever I can.
