little girl with eyes so blue
why do you chase the wind so?
it slips between your fingertips
races ahead in the snow.
your cheeks are red with the cold
tendrils of smoke you exhale
chill under your windowsill
snuggle in the blankets pale
blue layer of comfort warm
little boots make rivers wet
adjacent to the door frame
oh child you are the regret
of summer. the sun wishes
it had kissed your pale cheeks
brown yet the wind so kisses
creully red your delicate cheeks
little girl with eyes so blue
why do you chase the wind so?
it whips harshly across your lips
and stings your skin with the snow.
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3 comments:
write a sexy poem next!
Yay! Rhyme scheme! Meter! Well done, April, I'm looking forward to the draw-and-quartering one!
Is drawing and quartering sexy, Andy? Cuz you might get your wish.
If it's done in the lingua Latina and in Iambic pentameter.
Then, and only then.
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