Poem -

her song

A girl is like an instrument.
They always get played by players
They are specialy made for one unique person.
They get broken down at times but are often repaired after
But at times once its broken you cannot repair it at all it just broken forever.
They make noises when somebody blows a certain way on them or caresses their body
They let people gently put their hands on them and rub their body
Sitting back and watching that persons actions because it speaks louder than their words
Making only a unique tone to the person that shows effort in tryin to keep them forever
The person that works hard day after day to hear those beautiful tones come from her.
It may be hard in the beginning but you just know in your heart that if you keep at it there is a true reward.

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Good prose poem, my applause, my vote

The person that works hard day after day to hear those beautiful tones come from her.
It may be hard in the beginning but you just know in your heart that if you keep at it there is a true reward.

Regards

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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