Dylan Vincent
September 6th, 2015, 10:58 AM
This is just a very short excerpt. Not all good poetry rhymes! ;) Need some feedback;
How my love walks through a rye field
Blown by the wind, dressed in white,
Pure as the rose that has not yet been stained red by the thought of lost love,
Or the changing of the seasons.
How my love walks through a rye field
Blown by the wind, dressed in white,
Pure as the rose that has not yet been stained red by the thought of lost love,
Or the changing of the seasons.