*A woman with reddened hair,
Eyes the color of a storm,
Smiles as transparent as the air.
A tiny little girl, big ***** soon,
Watches forlornly,
From another room.
A little baby boy, clad in red,
Unsupervised,
Hits his head.
Why?*
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 4:00 PM UTC
*A woman with reddened hair,
Eyes the color of a storm,
Smiles as transparent as the air.
A tiny little girl, big ***** soon,
Watches forlornly,
From another room.
A little baby boy, clad in red,
Unsupervised,
Hits his head.
Why?*
I found 5 poems I'd forgotten I'd written in my phone. This is the first.
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