Never FoundA Poem by Arianna DeanThrough the swaying trees You hear her weeping on the breeze No one knows from where it comes She never comes When they yell They wonder if she fell Sometimes they look Believing it to be their imagination
She has never been found Forever and always she will be bound In the woods you hear her weeping It is as common as a frog leaping She is never to be found Not even in the ground © 2013 Arianna Dean |
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