As I saw her sitting there with a bird on her shoulder and her hand in her hair I could not help but to stare.
She looked so cold and not very old, I thought to myself, she could use a coat.
Icicles draped from her arm, compassion leaped within me and screamed, That could do you some harm!
Get up from that stump, stop thinking so much, youre going to freeze in those bvds.
Make one poetry