Place of rest
And life untroubled,
Roses grow wild,
And foxes sleep huddled.
Dancing through trees
In time with the leaves,
She glows to all.
Elation they saw.
I'm 17, and I love poetry. I'm looking for constructive criticism. I write when I'm inspired, or just when the words form, so I don't know how often I'll add. more..
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