The Irish Maiden
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Poem by: Purely Amazing
There she is
Standing by the door
As the chilly wind blows
The rain crashes down
Like the ruins of a fought castle
The rain splashes onto the forgotten battles
The bloodshed
The tears cried from the pain
Overflow
Into her own possession,
As if she never had chosen it
Her dress sways to the whistle
Her emerald green eyes
They seek hope
As if there wasn’t such a thing
The Irish castle towers the green
As their strong accents show their desire
Not only Irish
The seeking girl
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This is very good, and I love the way you detailed the girl! read some of my writing ! & comment what you think ! xx thanks !
demiiniles~
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Thanks and I will
I really like this poem. The last four lines are very resounding.
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Thanks! And a big thanks! :D
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