by Michael Woolsey
She stood alone upon the shore
Her head tilted in sorrow.
The single rose she clasped
Was all she had left.
It was a single reminder
Of that lonesome morning.
The calm waves softly sweeped
Passing her with each breath.
A single sunray glimmered
Embracing the rose with warmth.
She stood alone upon the shore
The single rose was all she clasped.
This was just something I wrote for my creative writing class to practice writing lines and turns, and I thought I’d share it with you.
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