Piscine Kipling

Rookie (05/02/89 / On The Coast, Canada)

A Pretty Face At The Park - Poem by Piscine Kipling

Who was that pretty girl I was looking at from a distance, unnoticed
She speaks to me, I don't know her yet I already created her life story
In another lifetime, she would have been a court bard's muse
I think of her face as comparing to a sun setting into the western sea,
Both being so sublime and so composed for that perfect moment
With grace and passion, she's molded by an aged craftsman
I know I'll be wrong, strangers are unreal in our minds
And I think, the more I know her the more cynical I'll become

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 29, 2010



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