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Crystal Freda Dec 2018
She lay and wait by the tree
reading her exciting book.
She felt a chilly breeze
at her face as the trees shook.

Intrigued in her reading,
she read how the town was saved
and everyone was happy at the end
and new beginnings were paved.

She look at her watch
and couldn't believe the time!
It was 11:00,
and the bus was supposed to be at 9.

She was engrossed in her book,
she completely missed the bus.
Now when she will have to walk home
and her mother will make a fuss!
Crystal Freda Dec 2018
she glared at her
as she disappeared
from her life,
and maybe from her memory...

she never felt loved,
this was a hurt,
but not as much
as it could be...

she lived her life
like any normal kid,
thought of you a little,
not much from day to day.

If you didn't want her then,
she won't want you now,
you left her,
now she will steer you away
Crystal Freda Dec 2018
Expect your promise
because it will come.
It will expand more
than just a small sum.
You will be great
and will no longer
have to wait.
Crystal Freda Nov 2018
she lay
in a corner,
turning each page,
enjoying the read,
soulfully
inhaling the words
Crystal Freda Nov 2018
in the mist
of the seas,
the water brushes
against her toes,
sun bellows down
to night sky
and she stays
as water goes...
Crystal Freda Nov 2018
on a midnight, pomp nightfall
she stood graciously in the light
so pale and faint,
she was a beautiful sight.

she holds a butterfly
with wings so pure and small.
it flew so loosely
into the purple nightfall.

she watched them fly
so beautifully it goes.
soon comes others
and swiftly they flow.

their wings so gentle
as they embrace the night sky.
she still watches them
as they enhance so high.

on this pomp nightfall,
she watches the butterflies soar.
and just like butterflies,
her heart is so pure.
Crystal Freda Nov 2018
Her long, auburn hair
brushed against her back.
Her lashes lay graciously
so thick and black.

Her plump lips
so bright and blushful.
Her dress matches her skin
from the top to the ruffle.

There is no beauty
like what her soul doth pour
like an azure butterfly
ready to soar.
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