Harvest GirlA Poem by Katie Kistler
she doesn't want you to look for her
but if you did you could find her buried under roses her hair a mess of twigs her green eyes shine like autumn in the afternoon sun her dress is made of baby's breath you shiver at her touch cold as ice but still as nice and sweeter than anything your harvest girl is so enticing she entrances all who see © 2016 Katie Kistler |
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