The Exile — an original poem

Miss Summer by suke
Miss Summer by suke

Trembling in tatters,
the child pretends
that the world and its monsters
are all her friends.

Whispering in wind,
the child relies
on the words in her books
that tell only lies.

Forgotten by family,
shaking, the child
hooks her cloak round her head
in silent exile.

© 2015 Stellular Scribe

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