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she danced with a sort of calmness
like the swaying of a tree in a storm
where it stood tall
despite the chaos all around
Her voice was sweet
like a nightingale
her eyes searching
for more
every night she sat
and watched the angry
river bellow below
and just humned with a mellow tune
her glances were always
towards a forest
dark green at first sight
but pink at night
there is truly no way
that you can describe Fay
without envying her
even if it just for a second
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Poetryhey these are just some poems I made 😄 Hope you enjoy Created: June 27, 2018 Ended:
