Waiting Poem by Kaitlyn Sommerfield

Waiting



Her eyes were as glassy as marbles,
But no one knew why.
She sat there lonely each day,
Waiting for someone to come.

Day turned to night,
Winter to spring.
As faeries dance away fright,
Drinking sickly wine green.

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