Wrote a Poem. In London, 11:53 PM GMT.
My Little Jenny,
So Red In Color,
With Arms of gold, Wings of feather,
Driving as fast as she can,
to arrive somewhere closer.
Her head aches,
with eyes in anger,
Mellow her stomach cries,
with joy and pleasure.
Awake her lover cries,
begging for some cover,
Up above she flies so high,
with her wings made of feather.
2 comments:
something n all u write
nice one.. the student ish learning!
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