The familiar scratching of paws against the wood floor
The jingle of your collar akin to church-bells' song
The sweet smell of pine and grass and a promise to explore
All enlightened me of your presence
One look into your kind eyes,
And I knew I was home
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Poems by a Lost Girl
PoetryI have a lot of thoughts; sometimes I just need a place to express them. This will be a collection of poems by me. So, thank you - for listening. It helps more than you know. W A R N I N G: Some poems may have dark themes Copyright © 2017 by that_sh...
