not quite...
Sudden spring,
small and shy,
peeking out of it's winter clothing.
Fickle with her promise,
I believe her anyway.
small and shy,
peeking out of it's winter clothing.
Fickle with her promise,
I believe her anyway.
"I am not a writer!" I have been heard to exclaim each time someone says, "You should write..."
I tried to explain to a friend, "I am just a girl who can't talk in complete sentences."
"Ah Ha!" she exclaimed, "You are a poet!"
(all poetry unless otherwise noted is original work)
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