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It’s Beautiful

It’s beautiful from afar,
Tall, white and proud.
The clock chimes the hour,
And voices whisper in my head.

They come closer.
And I look down.
The wind blows harshly.
The trees rustle uneasily.

I Jump.
I Remember.
I Frown.
I Climb.

I pull myself up.
I see my hat.
I reach for it.
I see him.

I’m shocked.
He is beautiful.
He had been kind to me.
We had met again.

He calls out to me.
I do not move.
I can’t believe it,
Wishes don’t come true.

He calls to me.
My head snaps to my hat,
And then to his face
His beautiful face.

I Slip.
I Fall.
He Reaches.
He Grabs.

He saves me again.
I owe him my life now.
He asks me my name.
I say I do not know.



Baby Puppy

You’re a funny little thing,
Tiny and pure.
With features so strange,
They could only be yours!

With your big floppy ears,
And body so small.
It’s a wonder you’re balanced,
And walking at all.

Snowy Plane

So cold and lonely,
Untouched and pure,
Quiet and still,
Bright and empty,
Blank as far as you can see,
White surrounded by blue,
Just as cold as white
Snow and water,
Icily mixing together.

Anchors

It anchors me,
In my heartfelt dreams.

It makes sure I see,
The goal ahead.

But it wont set me free,
It anchors me to well.

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These were for my anthology piece a while back in my writing group! XD