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There once was a little girl
Snow falls:
years of anger following
hours that float idly down --
the blizzard
She's the blizzard
drifts its weight
deeper and deeper for three days
or on a path to sixteen years, eh? Then
the sun! a clutter of
yellow and blue flakes --
Hairy looking trees stand out
in long alleys
over a wild solitude.
The man turns and there --
his solitary track stretched out
upon the world.
And there she is standing there
The cause of the blizzard some may think
But she is really just a young girl
But now she repairs every heart
Every person that even looks at her
Because she the little girl has a story to tell
And she will tell it well
*I told this poem because it's what my adoptive parents told me. About myself and they're right I have a story and I should tell it*
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Author:
Lil-M-M (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 17th, 2024 06:37
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Comments2
Where you break you grow stronger. Tell your story. You rose from the dark sea bed into the glory of sunlight. Make sure the sun always shines on you Lil.
Thank you Cassie.
Poetry is therapy !
Yes it is. 🙂
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