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Some young girl went through a sad/tough time. This poem is in the Minute Poem form. |
| Her lover's face was white and gaunt The scene would haunt Her sleep at night From death's cold sight. Her mind in thought about the past Fear didn't last She must go on Meet life head-on. She prayed to see a brighter day On her birthday With peace in mind And love to find. Minute Poem form: 3 stanzas, 8,4,4,4,: 8,4,4,4: 8,4,4,4 12 lines, 60 syllables in iambic meter rhyme scheme: a,a,b,b, c,c,d,d, e,e,f,f No she did not kill him! |