Poems from PioneerGirl
How curious is the child
He twists and turns aimlessly
Transforms into something not even he knows
He stands with confidence
He is proud....
Oh great palace of riches,
Overflowing with ghosts of myself.
Your halls intoxicated me with the smell of ancients.
Your walls sang to me...
Goodbye to the summer rain in winter
Goodbye to those who once sung us lullabies
Goodbye to the story when we turn the last page
Goodbye to...
She was not built to be noticed
She is the soft-spoken daughter of an outspoken mother
She keeps her head down and apologizes to chairs for...
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She pulled open the curtain
She had been writing all night
Her tear-stained eyes matched the morning dew that coated the outside world....