SET TO BLOSSOM
Ritta is just a loner girl left to the world to blossom by herself and she writes a poem on her experience
A flower child free to roam
lead by the moon and the ocean tides
she walks among the fields of nature, she abides
The very trees embrace her
the wild wood is her hiding place
the honey, sweet, upon her lips
furter because her face
A gypsy in her countenance
A bohemian delight
She dances barefoot in the grass
Her laughing eyes are dear and bright
slight of from and feathered leaf
A willow branch and a poet soul
Her heart is bound with self control
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Betty Chebet
Always ambitious in transforming thoughts into words.
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