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Click hereShe's here inside of me
I should have birthed her,
but the barren wastes
deemed it never to be,
so I see her as the child of long ago.
Wandering girl along the beach in
a cotton frock, wet sand clings
to hem and toes, beachcombing shells.
Sun so hot in cloudless blue
always alone and sadly seeking.
Where she but mine
I could have made her happy.
You should definitely write more of this kind of poetry -- wistful and lovely.
It pulled hard at my heart; I won't discuss it. Wonderfully done (meaning so effective without being overdone.)Enough said.
Don't tell us anymore that you can't write poetry. Au Contraire!! This is absolutely beautiful, a bit sad and wistful, but it moved me. Really moved me. See my today's 30/30.