A girl called Shimmer
A girl called Shimmer
I
once knew a girl, a girl called Shimmer
She
is one of the few friends I really remember
I
remember her hair quite brown and shiny
and
her gaze intimidating and scary.
Her
words, soothing when needed
With
an appearance of one to be loved
Her
eyes, big and lovely,
Her
face, cute but pretty manly.
Her
skin, tender and soft
and
she walked with so much loft.
I
miss our times together back in the days;
when
we would play and make the maize farm our maze,
when
we would go out and play in the rain
and
when we got to know why horsemen use reins.
It
has been over some time and we haven't met each other
but
I am sure when we do we'll spend more time together.
Ohh
Shimmer, Shimmer
How
I really miss yahhhh!!!!
By Magnanimous Ben
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