re: poetry thread
Better off innocent The little girl danced in the rain Feeling the wet d r o p s Stream d o w n Her face. She cared not about the world around her. All she was concerned with Was the rhythm of the rain On the cobblestone road. Yelling could be heard in the distance But the little girl pretended not to hear She was much too busy Examining the puddles To be bothered By the adults’ problems. When the rain subsided the little girl s l o w l y Walked home. Stopping At her front door To pick up the...