NaPoWriMo, poetry, writing


A little imp frolicked in the forest,

Playing in the babbling stream,

bouncing across the rocky shore,

Not a care in the world on his shoulders.

He flirted with the butterflies,

Batting his big but not bashful eyes,

And danced in the streams of light.

Dance precious little imp, dance,

And enjoy your life ever more.

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