Wanderer Poem by Unintelligible Susurration

Wanderer



The girl
In the dainty pink
Sun bonnet
Sits by the river
With an open book

The merry tune
Of the fiddler
Leads her thoughts
Elsewhere

The tear she sheds
Rolls down her face
And into the book
To form a heart
Not yet whole

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