poetry thread — Page 2

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 pieces
Of the
s
h
a
t
t e
r e
d

plates.
That lay on her doorstep.

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