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by  ki

Posted: Sunday, June 22, 2003
Word Count: 103
Summary: This is the first poem I've ever written, it came out of a couple of exercises. It's a first draft. Hope you like it.

Here I was,
me, a living soul
standing outside my bedroom window
blissful, heartfelt. Then…
suddenly over to my window ­
And there it stood.

Here I was,
me a tender mortal
in the most amazing summer
the rays shone over me to
reveal a creature, living soul
sitting on the inside
of the window ledge just,
just glazing in delight
at me…

Then. Here I am,
for one moment I,
I just turn around and,
and to my sudden amazement it,
it was…

Then once again
here I am,
waiting for the living soul to ,
to return to me.