Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Once upon a time
There was a little girl
The desert
My parents
Hollywood


Once long ago she felt like she was doing some things
Now the snake skin had begun to shed
Yes seven times

She tried to speak with her mother
But no sounds came out
Except what is expected
Small concerns and words
Of reassurance

This woman had to leave that all behind
The day began
And she was kind

She loved her painting
That she dipped Oreos and milk
But the rest seemed like a bad dream

The metal sculpture was brilliant

But she never really knew me


I guess it does not matter now


Well all I can say is wow

I let the sun take it away

I hope that someday
I will be able to speak to her
When she is on the other side

Because she cannot hear me

minimalist poem with maximum effect. i hear you

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