Friday, January 27, 2012

Short Story Poem

Standing on top of a hill I pray that all will be good..
My daddy said don't mind the woods..soon enough they'll heal your wounds
So I take a deep breath of the silky mist air
and let the wind flow through my hair while I rejoice that all will be fair.

-yours truly

I like writing short little poems/stories like these when I'm stressed out beyond belief and really when words or phrases just pop into my brain at the time when Im feeling in the writer mode.

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