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A little girl is walking Down a lovely little street- Calm and peaceful is her mind, Slow and steady are her feet. And although the world around her Sees nothing but her stare, The little girl likes most of all The ribbon in her hair. The young lady walks again Down this beautiful lane- Though her mind no longer sleeps, Her feet remain the same. The world around her sees her change And really does not care, But the young lady still loves The ribbon in her hair. The woman comes back now To her dear childhood home- Her mind is filled with turmoil, Her feet drag on the stone. The world around her looks down On this woman in despair, But still the woman won't forget The ribbon in her hair. The old crone returns at last To her quiet little street- Her mind has stopped its thinking, No longer move her feet. The world around her notices She has no breath to spare And buries her in silence With the ribbon in her hair.
Poem (c) LovelyViolence
THE RIBBON
lovelyviolence added this comment 2011-03-19 17:57:33-05:00
Thanks.
neontigress added this comment 2011-03-19 02:54:27-05:00
luvz it!
eternalmoon222 added this comment 2011-03-19 01:54:53-05:00
Love it, but it is very sad!
lovelyviolence added this comment 2011-03-19 17:57:33-05:00
Thanks.
neontigress added this comment 2011-03-19 02:54:27-05:00
luvz it!
eternalmoon222 added this comment 2011-03-19 01:54:53-05:00
Love it, but it is very sad!