She is lost in thought.
This lost little girl, roaming the streets
Absent minded – swimming deep against the current
so weak when she tries to breathe…
Where have you been
We have so much to tell you
Smile when the sun hits your eyes
or you’ll be blind to beauty forever…
So much joy surrounds her
this lost beauty among all the people
Decay in her mind, like moss intermingled with the skin of the tree
So much a part of her, growing more wild with the pouring rain…
Absent to the concerns of the world
Absent to her own thoughts
She is finally free of the clutter
She is free to be saved.
–Rebecca Cooper
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Great poem!
@Elaine, clothed much
Thank you
♥