i look for my hat
given by my him,
flown by the silly wind
i ran after the hat i treasure the most
it took miles before i caught it
i didn't catch my hat
i caught him serenading
another beautiful girl
with the same hat.
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ninth avenue - poetry
Poetry__ heavenly bodies only know where you are now. maybe i was not holding on too tight as you slipped away. wasn't i still yours? __
