A poem because I felt sad and alone. Not uncommon, but here's a pretty good poem to "celebrate." -Ash


Winding Road


One lonely girl

On winding road,

Walking through the wood.


The sounds around

In creeping forest

Accompany her steps.


The world her own,

A place of sanctuary,

Away from all she left.


And so she goes,

Shadow with her,

Moonlight her halo's bed.


Please leave a comment or constructive criticism. i love both! -Ash