To often in poetry people get lost, we're searching for meaning
amid all the loss.
Time and again people pass by, no hello, no smile
and no one asks why.
Friendship may develop if you are lucky enough,
but random acts of kindness sometimes come from above.
I was asked to help out, lend them some time, and met a
young girl, who spoke out in rhyme.
Her words filled with flair, heart on her sleeve,
I know this was the poet I was sent just for me.
To watch over and guide her among the flowers and clover
To watch over and guide her among the flowers and clover
I have read her works over and over.
A kind one she is who believes in dreams,
the power to love people falls out of her seams.
Welcome to my Adopted Poet Fantasy08,
my new Friend on AP...


Tammy





)This is such a sweet write for Fantasy. You are such a sweetie. She couldn't be in better hands!
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