She unknowingly dropped her pencil. We retraced our steps to no avail. Perhaps, someone will stumble upon it and pen something equally as lovely. For, in regards to prompts, nothing else much compares.
Day 6 of 31 of the #write31days challenge.
Poem.
Friday, October 6, 2017
She asked if she could write a poem.
"Walnuts are round. Leaves are curvey. But the most beautiful one of all is you my dear."
She unknowingly dropped her pencil. We retraced our steps to no avail. Perhaps, someone will stumble upon it and pen something equally as lovely. For, in regards to prompts, nothing else much compares.
You are my poem, today and every day.
Day 6 of 31 of the #write31days challenge.
She unknowingly dropped her pencil. We retraced our steps to no avail. Perhaps, someone will stumble upon it and pen something equally as lovely. For, in regards to prompts, nothing else much compares.
Day 6 of 31 of the #write31days challenge.
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